My pants. They are on fire.
I need to learn to trust my gut. And by gut I don’t mean gut as in “What it is hoe, a whutsup? Can a brotha get in dem guts?”...nope. I’m talkin’ the metaphorical gut. Mines a genius.
It has told me many things as of late. One of which is of my living situation as of next weekend. My gut, is telling me to stay here. Common sense is, too. As is rational thought.
Okay, so I’m pretty much broke. I can get a loan? I have a job here. I can take a bus...
I have options on apartments in this area...
If I go home I have no car and no job. And I have obligations in Ypsilanti.
But... I can live out here, take the bus to work, hopefully make enough money..
But then I can’t really save enough for a car next year..
Or school..
And I’m commuting...
I would have to stay here. And wait on a car. And get another job.
Perhaps.
Perhaps I should just go to a swanky night spot in Ann Arbor wearing my finest attire, and hit on the oldest, richest looking man at the bar. Have him buy me a banana daiquiri and see happens.
Christ, my ideas are always shit.
It has told me many things as of late. One of which is of my living situation as of next weekend. My gut, is telling me to stay here. Common sense is, too. As is rational thought.
Okay, so I’m pretty much broke. I can get a loan? I have a job here. I can take a bus...
I have options on apartments in this area...
If I go home I have no car and no job. And I have obligations in Ypsilanti.
But... I can live out here, take the bus to work, hopefully make enough money..
But then I can’t really save enough for a car next year..
Or school..
And I’m commuting...
I would have to stay here. And wait on a car. And get another job.
Perhaps.
Perhaps I should just go to a swanky night spot in Ann Arbor wearing my finest attire, and hit on the oldest, richest looking man at the bar. Have him buy me a banana daiquiri and see happens.
Christ, my ideas are always shit.