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I'm fuckin' moved! Warning: boring entry ahead.
That's right. Last Sunday was the last night I slept at 669 Massachusetts Avenue #1. My lovely Sam was in the next room and Kellie shared my bed. Kellie's great, but I told her I wanted to "take it extremely slow." In all honesty, I don't think I'm into her romantically but I'm not ready to say that to her face. I'm not sure I feel capable of being into anyone romantically these days. She's a cool cat, though. I'd like to keep her around.
Tuesday was a shitshow of moving stuff, working all night, then moving more stuff til 4:30 in the morning and passing out on my bed in Riley's new room in Allston. I've been fucking running around for the past 2 weeks and it's killing me. Today's something like my 8th day of work in a row and I only had one day off last week. In addition to moving and helping other people move I am just dead. And it's not over is the worst part. I work tonight, then tomorrow's my day off during which I'll be building shelves for my room and unpacking everything I possibly can. Saturday will be more unpacking and cleaning and grocery shopping and work. Then Sunday I might be able to finally have a bit of a breather. Good lord, I hope so. It's all just too much and I'm dying to take time for myself to just hang out and relax.
Work sucks right now just because I'm tired and my coworkers have been moody as well as of late. I'm making a lot, though, and meeting nice folks still. Cole put in his two weeks, so I won't be seeing much of him anymore which is sad.
Getting my biked fixed next Tuesday!! I'm so excited!! I love my Dorothy and want to treat her right. She's getting brand new tires and brakes, as well as a nut and bolt for the fender and they're gonna tighten up her headset so she won't creak no more. Broadway Bicycle school is literally up the street from my new place, so I can go there to learn shit if I want. I had to get rid of the bike frame I found during moving, which is depressing as hell and I can't even think about it.
My new place is AMAZING. I am so happy. My roommates, Melanie and Rose, are insanely lovely folk. They're both sweet as pie, open, honest, and entirely laid back. It's going to be a most excellent 4 months of hookah, laydeez, and chinchillin. We've got a hot house, lemme tell you. And hot neighbors. 222 Prospect Street is burning up! I'm in a really loopy mood.. this entry's rather worthless, but whatevs I'm just waiting for my laundry to be done before I can take a nap.
...Laundry's all done! Woot. Two hours and change before I leave for work..
Anyway, things look great on my end aside from the crazy schedule right now.
I've met a bunch of random people this summer and I'm waiting to see what happens with all of them:
Mr. Drobka: met him about two weeks ago during "ladies night" with 3 coworkers. He was on his stoop smoking a hookah with some friends and we joined them. He let me sleep in his bed that night, on a lovely colored quilt. I awoke in a sun-filled basement room with tibetan prayer flags fluttering overhead and a garden on the 6 windowsills. I heard Drobka rustling about and turned over to find him sitting on a bamboo mat fresh brewing loose Pu-Erh tea for us. We listened to Ma Rainey and talked for a couple of hours before I road home on that hot day. He's an extremely nice and gentle man, and very good-looking with gorgeous intricate artistic tattoos. We took a walk together last week in the gardens. I don't feel any chemistry, but I like him and I feel like I should feel chemistry. He's a musician and I hope to see him play soon. He contacts me randomly and I him - we're both kind of hovering on the outskirts of our atmospheres.
Mr. Rekless and Mr. Steve: Haven't heard from Steve and don't expect to. Seems like a pretty fucked up guy to me. Reckless texted me, I'll probably hang out with him in the future just for laughs. They do a lot of coke. I feel like they'll introduce me to scary but important people.
Mr. Mel and Mr. Joy: Met them through Steve. Mel contacted me and wants to hang out randomly. Might be cool, he seems like a neat guy as does Mr. Joy.
This city is shrinking every day and my connections are growing growing. It makes me think I should stay in order to maintain and flourish them.
Aside from that, Riley Sam and Jared are back so I'll be filling time with those lovelies as well as the ladies of that group. Shannon and Julia still kicking around. I've sorta cut some ties with Mike but I'll see him in the future I'm sure. I'm making a lot of friends at work and Cambridge is turning into a small community of friends for me. It makes me afraid that I'll be much happier this winter and thus not want to leave. My new life just really suits me.
I'll hear from Warren Wilson in the upcoming week. Ambivalent. Frightened. Anxious. Excited. Curious. We'll see.
I don't think I ever want to go back to Emerson. I think I hate that place officially and all it's stupid drama as a school.
Tim, the Aussie, continues to write me and tempt me to come to Oz for a road trip with him. I might do it. I'm not sure. I don't know what lies ahead and if I need a pickup truck that will take precedence for sure. But he's so damn tempting what with his sweet babyface and the way he knows me after only being around me for a week point five. Disgustingly, I miss him. I wish I could text him. It's easy to fixate on a man halfway around the world because there's no risk of commitment. Deliciously dumb.
I feel like writing and drinking in my life. Waiting until I get the chance. Perhaps tomorrow night. Or even tonight after work? Hellz yeah.
ALSO, Johnny Mac, who saved me from possible death from Mollie OD in Vermont 2 months ago drunkenly confessed his love (?) for me last night online. It was very interesting. I wasn't fully awake or able to process a lot of what he was saying - he was operating on an entirely different plane - but from what I gather he likes me, he wants to give me what I need at any given time, and I scare the shit out of him. I don't know him well enough to comprehend most of what he was trying to communicate. Sweet guy, though, hope to see him soon in life.
Yeah there's always more but I want a nappymcnapnapppppp
bye.
That's right. Last Sunday was the last night I slept at 669 Massachusetts Avenue #1. My lovely Sam was in the next room and Kellie shared my bed. Kellie's great, but I told her I wanted to "take it extremely slow." In all honesty, I don't think I'm into her romantically but I'm not ready to say that to her face. I'm not sure I feel capable of being into anyone romantically these days. She's a cool cat, though. I'd like to keep her around.
Tuesday was a shitshow of moving stuff, working all night, then moving more stuff til 4:30 in the morning and passing out on my bed in Riley's new room in Allston. I've been fucking running around for the past 2 weeks and it's killing me. Today's something like my 8th day of work in a row and I only had one day off last week. In addition to moving and helping other people move I am just dead. And it's not over is the worst part. I work tonight, then tomorrow's my day off during which I'll be building shelves for my room and unpacking everything I possibly can. Saturday will be more unpacking and cleaning and grocery shopping and work. Then Sunday I might be able to finally have a bit of a breather. Good lord, I hope so. It's all just too much and I'm dying to take time for myself to just hang out and relax.
Work sucks right now just because I'm tired and my coworkers have been moody as well as of late. I'm making a lot, though, and meeting nice folks still. Cole put in his two weeks, so I won't be seeing much of him anymore which is sad.
Getting my biked fixed next Tuesday!! I'm so excited!! I love my Dorothy and want to treat her right. She's getting brand new tires and brakes, as well as a nut and bolt for the fender and they're gonna tighten up her headset so she won't creak no more. Broadway Bicycle school is literally up the street from my new place, so I can go there to learn shit if I want. I had to get rid of the bike frame I found during moving, which is depressing as hell and I can't even think about it.
My new place is AMAZING. I am so happy. My roommates, Melanie and Rose, are insanely lovely folk. They're both sweet as pie, open, honest, and entirely laid back. It's going to be a most excellent 4 months of hookah, laydeez, and chinchillin. We've got a hot house, lemme tell you. And hot neighbors. 222 Prospect Street is burning up! I'm in a really loopy mood.. this entry's rather worthless, but whatevs I'm just waiting for my laundry to be done before I can take a nap.
...Laundry's all done! Woot. Two hours and change before I leave for work..
Anyway, things look great on my end aside from the crazy schedule right now.
I've met a bunch of random people this summer and I'm waiting to see what happens with all of them:
Mr. Drobka: met him about two weeks ago during "ladies night" with 3 coworkers. He was on his stoop smoking a hookah with some friends and we joined them. He let me sleep in his bed that night, on a lovely colored quilt. I awoke in a sun-filled basement room with tibetan prayer flags fluttering overhead and a garden on the 6 windowsills. I heard Drobka rustling about and turned over to find him sitting on a bamboo mat fresh brewing loose Pu-Erh tea for us. We listened to Ma Rainey and talked for a couple of hours before I road home on that hot day. He's an extremely nice and gentle man, and very good-looking with gorgeous intricate artistic tattoos. We took a walk together last week in the gardens. I don't feel any chemistry, but I like him and I feel like I should feel chemistry. He's a musician and I hope to see him play soon. He contacts me randomly and I him - we're both kind of hovering on the outskirts of our atmospheres.
Mr. Rekless and Mr. Steve: Haven't heard from Steve and don't expect to. Seems like a pretty fucked up guy to me. Reckless texted me, I'll probably hang out with him in the future just for laughs. They do a lot of coke. I feel like they'll introduce me to scary but important people.
Mr. Mel and Mr. Joy: Met them through Steve. Mel contacted me and wants to hang out randomly. Might be cool, he seems like a neat guy as does Mr. Joy.
This city is shrinking every day and my connections are growing growing. It makes me think I should stay in order to maintain and flourish them.
Aside from that, Riley Sam and Jared are back so I'll be filling time with those lovelies as well as the ladies of that group. Shannon and Julia still kicking around. I've sorta cut some ties with Mike but I'll see him in the future I'm sure. I'm making a lot of friends at work and Cambridge is turning into a small community of friends for me. It makes me afraid that I'll be much happier this winter and thus not want to leave. My new life just really suits me.
I'll hear from Warren Wilson in the upcoming week. Ambivalent. Frightened. Anxious. Excited. Curious. We'll see.
I don't think I ever want to go back to Emerson. I think I hate that place officially and all it's stupid drama as a school.
Tim, the Aussie, continues to write me and tempt me to come to Oz for a road trip with him. I might do it. I'm not sure. I don't know what lies ahead and if I need a pickup truck that will take precedence for sure. But he's so damn tempting what with his sweet babyface and the way he knows me after only being around me for a week point five. Disgustingly, I miss him. I wish I could text him. It's easy to fixate on a man halfway around the world because there's no risk of commitment. Deliciously dumb.
I feel like writing and drinking in my life. Waiting until I get the chance. Perhaps tomorrow night. Or even tonight after work? Hellz yeah.
ALSO, Johnny Mac, who saved me from possible death from Mollie OD in Vermont 2 months ago drunkenly confessed his love (?) for me last night online. It was very interesting. I wasn't fully awake or able to process a lot of what he was saying - he was operating on an entirely different plane - but from what I gather he likes me, he wants to give me what I need at any given time, and I scare the shit out of him. I don't know him well enough to comprehend most of what he was trying to communicate. Sweet guy, though, hope to see him soon in life.
Yeah there's always more but I want a nappymcnapnapppppp
bye.