- Going to class with people that I am ten years older than
- Going to Job #1, which involves smiling and bringing people peanuts and having to pretend to be nice. Anyone who knows me knows that "nice" isn't one of my main mindsets.
- Going to Job #2, where I sit in a room and file. It's quiet, there isn't anyone there to bother me and I just get left the hell alone.
- Finding old friends. It's suprising how many people stick around this town. It used to be a hippie magnent but now it's a fucking yuppie magnent.
- Painting more, as I have realized that I am still not fully recovered from the hell that was the pretentious soul sucking bastard from hell.
- Dealing with the fact that my "friends" from Atlanta have abandoned me.
- Getting lost. A lot. This town has changed. It's all gentrified now. Scary.
- Learning how to feed myself off of the tips I get from Job #1
- Living with three cats in a 400 square foot apartment. That really should have been number one.
- Learning to live with poverty. It SUCKS. All I ever get to buy is food and sometimes art supplies.
- Sitting on my "couch" wishing that it were actually comfortable and basically acting like an old woman. I'm crocheting Gnumoon a blanket for the bebe.
- Walking across campus and thinking "he's cute" and then realizing that he's like TWELVE
- Trying to convnice the Rugby coach that, while I am a frail old 28 years old, I still have the rage sufficient to play a game where the most fun thing isn't scoring a goal but kicking the shit out of someone.
That's thirteen. Since this is in the "More Bitching" category I thought I would go with the unlucky number. Since my luck hasn't been holding for much longer than a day recently maybe it will be opposite day today and I'll make tons and tons of money at Job #2 and it won't snow.
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