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i am not a therapist and i am not mother teresa.
i should chant that every morning. you know, make it my "om". maybe then it would finally sink in.
looking for temp work to make enough to get by this last month. the energy of the cosmos really needs to help me pull through on this one. really. come on man, i know you're out there and i know you can get my back. let me know what i gotta do to get you on my side of the ring.
replacement tenant has been secured -- roman is getting the apartment after all! i'm glad, he's such a cool guy and his comics are incredible.
movers get here on the 24th. i'm buying my flight once i am able to scrape rent together for feb.
sad that my last two months here will see me almost entirely staring at the walls of my apartment. no farewell visits to Aicha, Burma Superstar, Bottom of the Hill, Whiskey Thieves, Show Dogs, Mama's, The Monk's Kettle, that amazing pupuseria in outer mission, Zante's, Bang San, Golden Era, Larkin Express, Molotov's, Underground Sushi, Lone Palm, Beretta's, Latin-American Bar, Kennedy's............. nope, no sirree. livin' the sad-n-broke life. unless i miraculously score a temp job that will hook me up nice n' fat. but really, what are the odds..?
can't wait to be back in miami... so i can eat normal, get on my diet, ride my bike, get a decent job, work, cuddle ty, get a car, tie up any financial loose ends, and then FINALLY START SAVING AGAIN. my mom is a saint, god bless her every day.
here's to the future. i hope 2011 sees me 'getting there'. i will toast to that on new year's and hope for 2011 to bring me to a satisfactory peak where i can start to plan "the next thing"... whatever that may be. the uncertainty excites me.
...even if it IS planning for the end of the world.
i should chant that every morning. you know, make it my "om". maybe then it would finally sink in.
looking for temp work to make enough to get by this last month. the energy of the cosmos really needs to help me pull through on this one. really. come on man, i know you're out there and i know you can get my back. let me know what i gotta do to get you on my side of the ring.
replacement tenant has been secured -- roman is getting the apartment after all! i'm glad, he's such a cool guy and his comics are incredible.
movers get here on the 24th. i'm buying my flight once i am able to scrape rent together for feb.
sad that my last two months here will see me almost entirely staring at the walls of my apartment. no farewell visits to Aicha, Burma Superstar, Bottom of the Hill, Whiskey Thieves, Show Dogs, Mama's, The Monk's Kettle, that amazing pupuseria in outer mission, Zante's, Bang San, Golden Era, Larkin Express, Molotov's, Underground Sushi, Lone Palm, Beretta's, Latin-American Bar, Kennedy's............. nope, no sirree. livin' the sad-n-broke life. unless i miraculously score a temp job that will hook me up nice n' fat. but really, what are the odds..?
can't wait to be back in miami... so i can eat normal, get on my diet, ride my bike, get a decent job, work, cuddle ty, get a car, tie up any financial loose ends, and then FINALLY START SAVING AGAIN. my mom is a saint, god bless her every day.
here's to the future. i hope 2011 sees me 'getting there'. i will toast to that on new year's and hope for 2011 to bring me to a satisfactory peak where i can start to plan "the next thing"... whatever that may be. the uncertainty excites me.
...even if it IS planning for the end of the world.