EPIC
I spent this weekend sifting through the detritus of 30 years of someone else's life. In a cold garage, making sure no one cried and no one did. It was the ultimate voyeuristic fantasy.
I am wearing a dead woman's clothes.
I rescued a bunch of vintage clothes that would have ended up on the backs of poor people.
I am going to make a mod-as-fuck minidress and a lot of other things I haven't come up with yet.
Being there for someone that is in a rough spot makes me feel amazing.
And a little effort and gratitude goes a long way toward repairing a butthurt relationship.
I wish I had a friend as amazing as myself. If more people only knew how much I have to offer them. How intrinsically comfortable I am with someone else's despair and secrecy and happiness and boringness. I want to know it all. I want to know about your whole life and everything and all I want in return is just for you to stomach me for a few hours once in a while. I know what I can do for someone I love, and it is a ridiculous amount.
oh also
I am almost a Canadian resident. I got confirmation yesterday.
A few more months at the most.
I am going to exploit the system so bad. Welfare and free opiate painkillers. Unemployment insurance.
Honestly though, I can't wait to have normal people things like a job and a joint bank account. As a couple we can easily bring in $75k a year. Which means we would almost qualify for a mortgage in this fucking over-priced yuppie hellhole. I would rather just pay off our credit line and move far far away.
I am going to make the most of everything, and if I fail that the worst that can happen is I will just continue being a failure.