Playing House

I suppose I've done more than just realize that I have an okay life that isn't total shit since the last post!

Right now,  I am sitting on the couch, listening to Modest Mouse. It is raining and Watson is sitting on the other couch. We are both on laptops. He is working on bike stuff and I am wandering tumblr? That's the life.

One day (today) I will get to hanging up the laundry he did today. Later we will watch Game of Thrones and eat gelato from the tubs. Playing house is a fun game.

How even did this happen? Do you know what Uhauling is? Because apparently that's what's happening. He becomes my official cohabitant in August though the music we are listening to is on his sound system.

Life isn't total shit.

Huh.

So the previously expressed sentiment lasted all of week.

We're okay!

Hey Friends

I have no lead in.

So, I have a job, not really a career. I failed with the whole school business- as in I'd be slowly gnawing a leg off if I didn't take a break. And find myself in no committed relationship(s).

That is freeing, you might think.

It is.

It's also scary as balls. It's mostly my fault but here I am, thrust into independent existence with no clue as to what I should be doing with my life. I told Charlotte that I felt like I was floating in the middle of the ocean and she said she felt the same way as we have undergone eerily parallel life events. "At least we're in the same boat," she said. She then clarified that the boat we were in was Friendship and we snorted at each other.

So my next goal is now to go on tour. By tour I mean traipse through towns for a weekish (Toronto, Kingston, London), butt into their open mics, and leave. That will definitely not make me feel more anonymous and free. Oh well. One must have plans!

Sorry for the less-than-entertaining diary-like post. I just wanted to throw these facts at someone so that they feel more real.

That is all.

But Actually, an Adult Now

Sweet Baby Jesus I work too much. I'm talking everyday, full-time with 50+ hour weeks sprinkled in. I even went 15 days straight without a day off. I get the stress and burden of feeling like I own a business while being on the low end of the pay spectrum.

Gross.

I feel myself to hate people. I resent everyone. I guess this makes me a true adult!

Whinings

What is this life business?
I am surrounded by nothing but constant, heavy, fleshy, burden.

I'm an Adult Now

Well this is weird.

My coworkers can now call me "Overlord". I'll be signing a lease Tuesday morning.

I still don't know how to be an adult though. I feel no different than I did a year ago, I just find myself in different places. For example, a jewelry party this evening.

Entertain Me

Rollin' in that free time