i've been unmotivated to share my personal shit of late. except to rachel, because i can't live without her, apparently, and we share parallel lives. and to he-who-shall-not-be-named (no, not lord voldemort), because we share bodily fluids. eww.
um, so yeah. i'm in the midst of shit these days. transition abounds! i feel like my life is slowly starting to resemble normalcy, though not really.
i need a place to live. i have 17 days to find it. i'm kinda hopping around on one foot at this point in my mounting stress and anxiety, but it's not to the point where it's making my stomach churn in my chest. still, i'm fucking excited to be finally moving out on my own after nine months of living under my sister and brother-in-law's thumbs. i can finally have a social life! i always took that shit for granted until it was gone. i can't wait to stay out all night dancing sweatily and drinking countless whiskeys till i pass out in my bed with all my makeup still on. not that i exactly enjoy the latter bit, but i feel that my freedom from slavery deserves a proper celebration. yes. 17 more days.
anyway, apartment-hunting is a chafing bitch. for real. i'm going to see a couple places this week, but i'm a little apprehensive. i'm tired of putting myself out there and being disappointed. i'm tired of weeding through fucking losers and weirdos and lunatics to find semi-normal individuals who aren't going to slash me in the night. you know what, though? i met this chick on facebook who posted an ad on the marketplace looking for a roommate and i'm actually really, really excited to meet her. i'm going to see her place next monday in clinton hill (yes, it's true, i'm succumbing to brooklyn as my poor ass just needs to swallow her pride and suck it up in the land of dirty artists and hipsters) and i told her i have a good feeling about her and her roommate and she said she has a good feeling about me, too. sweet!
she's totally japanese. and i know i swore eternal hatred of those japs because of what their ancestors did to my brethren in the motherland, but she seems awesome, and i don't really hate those dirty japs. just like i don't really hate, oh, you know, everyone. okay, that's a lie...i do hate the majority of humans, but i'm a kind soul underneath it all. or at least i try to be. not to fucking retarded cab drivers, though.
DUDE. my cabbie tonight totally fucking ripped me off! so, it's $4 to get anywhere in the village of tarrytown (yes, it's a village. i live in the sticks.) and with tip, it's $5. right, well, he drove me home from the train station tonight after work and then, upon stopping in front of my house, he told me he didn't have change for a $20. what? every cab driver should have change for a $20! my favorite cab driver, oscar, even carries around change for $100 and has given me said change at 7:30 in the morning before he's even had any customers. i mean, that's fucking good service right there. anyway, so lameass fucker didn't have change for a $20 and proposed that i leave my $20 with him and call his company in the morning for the change he owed me. um, fuck no. so then he said he'd have to drive me back down toward the train station to the 7-11 to get change. i was so pissed at this point, i was like, "fine! just go! go!" and he went. he took my $20 and went inside to get the change, but then only gave me $13 back! meanwhile, i'd been like, "you're not going to charge me extra because you have to drive to the 7-11, right?" because it was his fucking fault for not having change, after all. he mumble something about having to pay $2 to get the change and i was so irate that i just yelled at him all the way home and slammed the car door upon disembarking. i didn't even try to wheedle the $2 out of him; i've just sworn that i will slash his fucking tires and face the next time i see him.
anyway, back to transition abounding. i pretty much love my job and the people i work with and i'm so happy not to be working at instyle anymore because my friend who's still stuck there interning gets paid minimum wage to work her ass off and not do what she wants to do, which is design. meanwhile, i get to design and write and do other such good shit all the live long day. and we laugh! we laugh all day long because we are all so hilarious. everyone at instyle was so goddamn serious except for ingrid, with whom i'd crack up constantly (we'd make fun of everyone else and secretly drink pilfered rum in our office). she was a great supervisor/boss and i fucking miss her. we keep trying to make plans to meet up but then she drops off the face of the earth and when she resurfaces, we have to start all over again with the planning. oh well. 17 more days and i can go hunt her ass down.
ugh, i'm sleepy. i started this post last night and was too unmotivated to finish and now i'm trying to finish but i'm tired and don't have the same train of thought i did yesterday. so i guess i'll just quit while i'm ahead. i'll try to write more frequently (sarah, i know you miss my blogs and, really, i'm doing this mostly for you, babe).
and...adieu.
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when I got to the end and I read my name, my heart beat a little faster and a smile crept on my face. creepy! hahaha (i'm sooo in love with your blogs!)
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