July 2012
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How I feel every time I write the rent check...
whilstinsf:
This is also the reason I don’t go anywhere (unless I absolutely must) on my days off.
And this is why I don’t go to the East Bay. I don’t care how snotty you think I am, it’s always some kind of cluster fuck, shit storm bullshit that takes 3 hrs. I’d rather go to the Peninsula.
I’ll be 31 in a mere two weeks and I’m standing at the intersection of Church and Market losing my shit. I’m sobbing in public because it makes no sense that it takes over an hour to get home within the city limits. There’s construction. I just wanted to grab my swimsuit, go to Oakland, and swim in a pool.
I’m tired. I’m tired of traveling. I don’t want...
My computer is in the midst of crashing! There was no slow downfall, it’s so sudden! What is a blogger to do without a computer? It’s like a pastry chef with a broken oven.
As much as I want to feel as though life is taking a dump on me (the Chicago adventure was not all I’d hoped for) I’m in good spirits. I don’t make very much $$, but I make enough to go to Best Buy and obtain a cheap PC...
I’m back home, and I’m back at work. It feels great.
Being in Chicago is difficult. The three years I lived out there were very trying. When I visit, unfortunately those feelings come back up. I’ve made my peace, but I was never happy out there, it was never home. I had good times, but I could never catch a goddamn break.
The visit was kind of like that. Being in SF is home,...
I smell terrible. I’ve been sweating for about 8 hours, maybe more, in the Chicago heat. Now I’m about to board a plane. Fun for everyone!
SF, I’ve missed you.
