...I Hate Having To Title These Things
I have not posted here in so long I actually forgot about this account till I was cleaning out my bookmarks folder. It seems most of the people I have day to day contact with are on Facebook, not that I use that much either.
So fuck it, I will resume using this account for musings, journaling (wow, what a novel thought!) venting and just generally writing whatever comes to mind. Once again I have been going through depression, and once again my shrink is telling me to write, and once again I find myself at LJ, facing that damn empty white space and an empty title bar.
I'm worried about work. The paper has been getting smaller, and more of it is placeholder ads, and I keep wondering how much longer they can hold on till, like the Ann Arbor News, they announce a final issue date. Maybe it is an unfounded fear, but when you see places like the A2 News go under you wonder if things aren't worse than people think they are.
Our living situation sucks right now too. We are living above chain smoking/Jesus-freak/ heavy pot users, and the airspace between is not sealed, so there is a frequent haze of secondhand smoke in our apartment. Which is maddening. They tend to blast alternately gansta rap (which goes with the pot smoke days) or gospel, which goes with chain smoking cigarettes. Neither of which endears me to them. Then one day the guy came upstairs pounding on OUR door bitching about noise (I'd been moving stuff around) and Lorraine and he had it out. The cops were called, etc and there has been tension ever since.
The landlord never mentioned smoke when we looked at the place. Even though we specifically told him "we can not deal with secondhand smoke."
The lease is up in August, unless we can find someone to take over the lease before then. As for finding another place to live...who knows? At least when I was sleeping in dumpsters and on rooftops I could breathe...
Maybe its warm enough to go to Big Lots on my bike.
So fuck it, I will resume using this account for musings, journaling (wow, what a novel thought!) venting and just generally writing whatever comes to mind. Once again I have been going through depression, and once again my shrink is telling me to write, and once again I find myself at LJ, facing that damn empty white space and an empty title bar.
I'm worried about work. The paper has been getting smaller, and more of it is placeholder ads, and I keep wondering how much longer they can hold on till, like the Ann Arbor News, they announce a final issue date. Maybe it is an unfounded fear, but when you see places like the A2 News go under you wonder if things aren't worse than people think they are.
Our living situation sucks right now too. We are living above chain smoking/Jesus-freak/ heavy pot users, and the airspace between is not sealed, so there is a frequent haze of secondhand smoke in our apartment. Which is maddening. They tend to blast alternately gansta rap (which goes with the pot smoke days) or gospel, which goes with chain smoking cigarettes. Neither of which endears me to them. Then one day the guy came upstairs pounding on OUR door bitching about noise (I'd been moving stuff around) and Lorraine and he had it out. The cops were called, etc and there has been tension ever since.
The landlord never mentioned smoke when we looked at the place. Even though we specifically told him "we can not deal with secondhand smoke."
The lease is up in August, unless we can find someone to take over the lease before then. As for finding another place to live...who knows? At least when I was sleeping in dumpsters and on rooftops I could breathe...
Maybe its warm enough to go to Big Lots on my bike.