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labrujahI'm all moved into my new place with the help of superhuman Jeff, who can pilot a giant truck through the wilds of Northern Blvd. and hoist futons up thousands of stairs with the greatest of ease, while simultaneously telling me to stop whining about how heavy my belongings are and how many of them I have.
Mikey helped me paint my room, photos forthcoming once I get the internet all figured out here. Right now I am typing away on my old college laptop, on a dial-up, on a borrowed AOL account, on a screen that got punctured in the move and now has black spots all over it and cracks which are probably seeping radioactive poisons. Bad news.
I still have literally 12 bags of clothes to go through. At least four are destined for Ebay or Beacon's Closet or the dumpster. Or maybe more like seven.
The new house is...a little weird. People breeze in, eat takeout and pick up fresh clothes and take off again. I suppose that will be me too once the young man is back and I have appointments to keep. Right now I am like an invalid, dragging myself from bed to kitchen and avoiding going outside.
The roommates all seem good to very good, except for one passive-aggressive practice wherein one guy sees dishes in the sink, goes rabid and throws them away. Like, in the trash. Like, china bowls and forks and cups. Like, just a few of them, not a huge sink disaster or anything.
What else...
Oh, in the "incredibly frustrating" category, no matter how I try (via explorer or aol) hotmail quits the second I try to write anybody an email. Once again, bad news. If anybody sees a secondhand imac for cheap (real cheap), please notify me. But don't expect an email back, ha ha.
Job front is going ok (and by ok, I mean way better than expected). I've got a line on something in a cafe and something in a kids' clothing store. Both are sufficiently far enough from a career.
Time to go carry tiny objects up to my room one by one, then deliberate about where to put them. My roommates keep peering into my hundred open boxes with feathers and ukuleles and tutus and crayons sticking out and making this face like "Oh my God, who is this person, she lives here now."
Mikey helped me paint my room, photos forthcoming once I get the internet all figured out here. Right now I am typing away on my old college laptop, on a dial-up, on a borrowed AOL account, on a screen that got punctured in the move and now has black spots all over it and cracks which are probably seeping radioactive poisons. Bad news.
I still have literally 12 bags of clothes to go through. At least four are destined for Ebay or Beacon's Closet or the dumpster. Or maybe more like seven.
The new house is...a little weird. People breeze in, eat takeout and pick up fresh clothes and take off again. I suppose that will be me too once the young man is back and I have appointments to keep. Right now I am like an invalid, dragging myself from bed to kitchen and avoiding going outside.
The roommates all seem good to very good, except for one passive-aggressive practice wherein one guy sees dishes in the sink, goes rabid and throws them away. Like, in the trash. Like, china bowls and forks and cups. Like, just a few of them, not a huge sink disaster or anything.
What else...
Oh, in the "incredibly frustrating" category, no matter how I try (via explorer or aol) hotmail quits the second I try to write anybody an email. Once again, bad news. If anybody sees a secondhand imac for cheap (real cheap), please notify me. But don't expect an email back, ha ha.
Job front is going ok (and by ok, I mean way better than expected). I've got a line on something in a cafe and something in a kids' clothing store. Both are sufficiently far enough from a career.
Time to go carry tiny objects up to my room one by one, then deliberate about where to put them. My roommates keep peering into my hundred open boxes with feathers and ukuleles and tutus and crayons sticking out and making this face like "Oh my God, who is this person, she lives here now."
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