I just spent the last, let's see, the last eight hours fretting terribly inside about how absolutely irritated I was at my roommates. I feel like I spent the entirity of my days off this week at home (which is not entirely true, since I went to Bryan Free's CD Release Party with Miss Laura and had a grand old time in seeing all the old folks and ( Read more... )

Oh my. Saturday was a strange day, a strange day indeed. Started out like all those other days, but then developed a serious plot twist. Like on the O.C., you know ( Read more... )

My word. What smooth sailing, my friends. Land ho in the form a roommate, and better yet, a sane roommate. Such a simple task, a click and some numbers dialed, a little smalltalk, and he shows up to wander around and declare his intentions to move in. He has a job, this one does. He...get this...repairs typewriters. He sings songs to himself on ( Read more... )

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There are muscles in my fingers that I can't control, and they're shaking at an irregular rate so every word I write comes out jagged, in pieces, fractured like the sound of my voice through the tremors of my fear. I'm a non-confrontational person, unless I'm kidding, and then every other sentence gives a challenge. When I'm serious, though, there' ( Read more... )

I woke up Sunday with all these little worries nip nip nipping at my heels, and they were driving me through white picket fences and into this shallow green pastured neurosis with a looped tape repeating itself in my head, dire predictions of life lived in gutters gnawing on scraps of bread because I hadn't found a roomate by March First, because ( Read more... )

So this is what they call "days off". Crazy shit, to be sure. I cleaned frantically to prepare for the scads of random internet strangers who think they might want to live in a small room with no windows for $250 a month, and now I'm left to laze about in the patches of sun that move across the floor of the living room in steady succession, waiting ( Read more... )