I do. But there's not a whole lot that suitable for me. And, yes, I agree that there are others that are in the same position. There are also orphaned children in Africa searching rubble-strewn streets for a single scrap of food. I'm all about perspective. (Animated smilies are so much cooler than the standard still ones)
Hands hurt from scrubbing walls all day. Arms too, so I'm taking a break from operation sparkly apartment to eat some Thai food. Once I get the walls looking brand new, I'll hit the bed for some rest. Gotta get this place as clean as humanly possible for moving out day.
I somehow found myself in this section of YouTube, Now, obviously this guy is a prime level bullshitter, but I'm kind of more amazed that none question the content. I mean, he's got two videos where he contacts the spirit of Michael Jackson and people just...believe this dude? Holy spaghetti monster.
I forgot all about him! Hellllllllllooooo Mark Slaughter...Sidebar: Met him once. Nice guy. I remember his hair smelled amazing when he hugged me hello. Uh, what were we talking about? Oh yeah. Trying to decide what to make for dinner, and doing a load of laundry before the thunderstorm I'm hearing in the distance rolls in. ETA: Also, looking at a pre-storm rainbow out my office window. I can see the entire arch, which rarely happens here.
Breakfast (Blueberry Greek Yogurt with gogi berries). I've been up for a few hours but hadn't had breakfast yet because over coffee I realized Mom's livingroom is exactly the size of a club stage, and that the couch is the size and location of a drum kit, so I was taking staging notes for my next book. My place in L.A. is too small for that shit.
If she's slapping me, I expect us to be in the bedroom. OT: I'm chilling out with my reptilian home boi whilst eating Broccoli with carrots in a brown sauce.
Whilst you're here, I will mention this specially. Today, I bought a film called @Moon . I haven't watched it yet, but I'll let you know how you turned out!
You found my old sextape with the Sun and Mars. It's a hot three way. Very hot, actually. Spoiler Tell us what it's about later
Falling asleep in my office. This day just won't end. Debating if/how much trouble I'd get into if I closed the joint 3 hours early.
And then TMW the president of the company and 20 of his friends just filled the bar... that would have been the end of Uncle Homer if he'd locked the door!
When I worked in retail, we had corporate spies who checked to see if we closed early. I wonder if the restaurant industry has 'em too.
Fast food does. The dining room is never closed to men in suits who come in ten minutes before you lock the doors.
More home shopping. My Dad thinks buying property here, especially for me, is a bad idea. Assault on my savings aside, he knows I don't really enjoy living in New York City, so I can see his point. I'll be going upstate to checkout some homes. It's no City up that way an I'll be close enough to my folks and younger brother, should they need me.
Judging only from how it looks, one might assume there's been an oddly specific DEA raid on my kitchen. In reality, I've just been preparing a shit ton of cake because it's my birthday soon. Woo! One is an apple pie, which is a bit weird since the friend who requested this is, in fact, allergic to apples. Unless they are prepared in a specific way. I guess it's kinda flattering that this person trusts me to not accidently poison him. The other oddity is a chocolate-cherry cake with dark beer. I really hope it turns out good. And now I have to clean up this war zone...