basically the universe hates me (filing a complaint)
blargh.
let me tell you: breaking things is no fun. I am so helpless and slow and tired and wobbly. It took me an hour and fifteen minutes to walk to work at the UW from 58th & 16th. I cant carry things or go places or run or dance or swim. I am whiney and lame and constantly relying on other people to get/hold stuff for me, take me places and generally revolve around me. I need to find my cats, I need to get the rest of my stuff out of my old house and to (somwhere?). I need to destroy everything. I also lost my purse yesterday somewhere in between work and the piano practice rooms in the music building (contents: ten dollars, debit card, i.d., bus pass, phone numbers, haifa's necklace, cedarwood oil, sandlewood body incense, luckily no checks). This, for some reason, doesn't upset me so much as depress me because I'm so poor I shouldn't be using my debit card anyway though I could really have used that ten bucks and I cant make a fake bus pass unless I have my old one which I can't replace because I dont go to the uw anymore and I cant get my paychecks without i.d. and obviously haifa's necklace is irreplacable. etc. I'm also vaguely homeless (living at the dollhouse), hungry, not entirely over my ex boyfriend from a while ago, suffering from intermittant attacks of nihilism and quite useless (quite hungry). at least the weather is nice.
let me tell you: breaking things is no fun. I am so helpless and slow and tired and wobbly. It took me an hour and fifteen minutes to walk to work at the UW from 58th & 16th. I cant carry things or go places or run or dance or swim. I am whiney and lame and constantly relying on other people to get/hold stuff for me, take me places and generally revolve around me. I need to find my cats, I need to get the rest of my stuff out of my old house and to (somwhere?). I need to destroy everything. I also lost my purse yesterday somewhere in between work and the piano practice rooms in the music building (contents: ten dollars, debit card, i.d., bus pass, phone numbers, haifa's necklace, cedarwood oil, sandlewood body incense, luckily no checks). This, for some reason, doesn't upset me so much as depress me because I'm so poor I shouldn't be using my debit card anyway though I could really have used that ten bucks and I cant make a fake bus pass unless I have my old one which I can't replace because I dont go to the uw anymore and I cant get my paychecks without i.d. and obviously haifa's necklace is irreplacable. etc. I'm also vaguely homeless (living at the dollhouse), hungry, not entirely over my ex boyfriend from a while ago, suffering from intermittant attacks of nihilism and quite useless (quite hungry). at least the weather is nice.