Apartment #2
The bad thing about being me (or I should say, the bad thing about living where I live) is that, especially in the spring when the evening breeze is at it's nicest and lightest and most effervescent, it sucks to leave the windows open. And that's because of all the jerkwads who walk by, talking loudly, smoking profusely, swearing like sailors on their way to a prostitute depot.
It's finally happened: I've become an old white man. And here I sit on the porch exaggerating the lengths to which I had to go as a boy to get to the general store and how I never once had a piece of candy till after I was married. Sigh. I really thought that would have taken more time. Ahh, well.
In other news, I'm still looking for work and I think I'm going to try doing some writing prompts that they have on the JulMoWriMo website. Get myself in peak writing shape for the big to do later this year. Also, I'm going to strangle my adviser if she doesn't get back to advising me soon. I'll put the lid on 'er proper! WHY does it have to be this way? WHY must it always come to fistycuffs? When I just want to know if Basic French III will meet my blasted requirement so I can never have to deal with this woman again?!
Such is life at present.
It's finally happened: I've become an old white man. And here I sit on the porch exaggerating the lengths to which I had to go as a boy to get to the general store and how I never once had a piece of candy till after I was married. Sigh. I really thought that would have taken more time. Ahh, well.
In other news, I'm still looking for work and I think I'm going to try doing some writing prompts that they have on the JulMoWriMo website. Get myself in peak writing shape for the big to do later this year. Also, I'm going to strangle my adviser if she doesn't get back to advising me soon. I'll put the lid on 'er proper! WHY does it have to be this way? WHY must it always come to fistycuffs? When I just want to know if Basic French III will meet my blasted requirement so I can never have to deal with this woman again?!
Such is life at present.