Archive for January, 2008
Yes No and Also
Yes I rented my very own pad but no I won’t be moving from the solitude and gorgeousness of the cabin for another week and then probably the week after that. Because of one truck and the ice and snow and also because it’s impossible for me to move faster than strolling over to the DVD player to put in Drop Dead Gorgeous for the shittonith time.
Not that when you all come for a cocktail we can’t go to the cabin for a weekend of debauchery.
The kittens will miss the cabin but will enjoy looking out the windows and seeing moving things instead of ponderosa pines and white permafrost. They will find new ways to be bored though.
1 comment January 18, 2008
A Different Kind of Slum
With great effort, I’m endeavoring to move forward. It’s out of sequence – it used to be: 1) Get a job 2) Rent a sweet pad – and now it’s: 1) Get the hell out of the snowy icy worst winter ever on the mountain/Rent a slummy apt 3) Get a temp job until I get a real one if a real one exists.
It’s so much fun! I love being a single lesbo with 2 cats and a masters degree living at a parental owned place taking a loan out on inheritance! Yeah! Also, I’m pretty sure landlords are finally making a killing in Boise. It’s juss dirty.
10 comments January 13, 2008
Ms. Fugi
Even now the sky is pooping snow. There are moments where I don’t know what’s worse – the constant gray of Seattle or being snowed in. And then I look at the beauty of the snow and remember that I haven’t wanted to stab my eyeballs out like I did in Seattle.
Not that I’m comparing. Because there is no comparing. Here I am and there I once was. Where I will go, nobody knows.
2 comments January 10, 2008
The List
New Year’s Day started out with the power off for 24 hours, and colder than it’s been all winter. If the year goes on in a similar fashion, perhaps I’ll turn it into a creative metaphor for living without conveniences derived from dependency. But whatever. Another storm is coming for the weekend and I’m eyeing the cat food in hopes they’ll magically make it last until I can go to the city next week. Maybe I will settle for the stuff from the nearby mercantile. “Crouch Merc.” I have discovered that not only am I a misanthrope, I am also not fond of sliding on ice.
You will be happy to know that I made a new year’s resolution List and your mother was not on it. A lemon tree, however, is on The List. Also, a job.
Here’s a picture of a tiny baby Ewok just because. And why not?
5 comments January 3, 2008
