These Days...

These days some people are getting married.
I am having are-we-or-aren't-we-dating drama.
These days some people are earning Phd's, becoming teachers, and getting promotions.
I am putting my career on hold because I procrastinated too long.
These days some people are buying houses.
I am starting repayment of my school loans and reconsidering my family's offer to move home.

In the words of our good friend, John Rzeznik, I'm hoping for "just a chance that maybe we'll find better days."

it'll all work out

So I am covered in mosquito bites. I have one on my forehead that looks like a giant zit. But it's actually just a mosquito bite. I think it will look much better tomorrow.
I've started smoking more. Because I like it. And because, why the hell not. Life is short. That is a good thing. It will be better shorter. Just by like ten years. So I will die at 70 instead of 80. Who gives a fuck. I am going to go smoke a cigarette right now.
It is amazing how much the environment affects well-being. I am so fucking happy here, it is ridiculous. Even people I thought were assholes I am starting to like a lot. (People I liked a lot are starting to be assholes . . . but that's a different story). But for real. I feel completely like myself here. I am becoming hard again, I like that better in myself. I think Sasha made me want to be pretty and nice. But now I can be ugly and mean. This is better.
I've stopped doing my laundry. I've decided I'm going to wear every article of clothing I own before doing my laundry. Multiple times too, I've just started leaving my clothes on the ground. I might buy a house. But then again, I might not. I miss you guys. Come stay with me.
I am going to go kick Aristotle's ass in Starbucks while my oil is being changed.