oh man, where to even start? honestly i don’t even know anymore.
the past week has been nothing but a flurried whirlwind of craziness, and it doesn’t appear to be letting up anytime soon, ya know. apartment lookings-at, financial freakouts, emotional breakdowns, etc., etc., pseudo-work, dumpster-diving for boxes and topping it all off with: a consumers show. yay!
they were really good, rockin’ out with their cocks out! ooh and i liked the new material, too. hella good stuff. although, scooter says that the boy and i were ‘revoltingly cutesy’ last night. no es bueno. i shall have to murderize him….er, something. incidentially, i stayed in brighton last night, but was so paranoid about today’s interview that even though we fell asleep at some ungodly hour of the “night” i kept pseudo-waking up all morning. and was even more paranoid i wouldn’t get back to cambridge in time to change and get back downtown in time for my interview.
oh downtown…now if that wasn’t something or another. jesus h. titty-fucking christ on a crackpipe yo. as if i didn’t have enough reasons to hate the patriots already, when i got off at the copley t station i was greeted by complete and utter madness in superbowl parade celebration insanity. it was utterly wretched.
seriously.
by some fluke, however, i managed to get to my interview early — which impressed the man that interviewed me — and that was the one good thing. well, no, that’s not true. the interview went really well, i thought. i feel good about it, i did my best (which isn’t saying a lot these days) and i hope it works out. but i’m not going to count on it, because i don’t want to suffer the letdown. as far as i’m concerned right now…it’s not gonna happen, and thus i will continue to whore myself out online & via agencies for a job.
so there was that, then after the interview trying to claw my way through the masses and get past the parade railing so i could get back on the fucking t and get to cambridge. talk about an ordeal! i officially hate the patriots further now. those bastards…anyway, get to harvard, walk to pfoho, change, walk back to t, ride to alewife, meet up with scooter. wait and wait and loiter at newbury comics. we’re doin’ this apartment thing, you know. it’s both mind-numbingly stressful and also an exciting godsend right now. it looks like it’s going to work out, so… ::fingers crossed::
ok so alewife, scooter’s lunchbreak, errands, quickie mickey d’s lunch, trek back to the alewife t, by sheer force of luck, catch a 66 down to allston, get off, go to realtor’s ofice, realize they want a song, a dance and a pound of flesh and summarily spazz out. trek to 64 bus stop, try not to drown in one of the monster puddles of muck, melted snow and christ knows what else that is engulfing all the major curbs and such on the streets (though i’m not complaining about that! the temperature increase is great! yay) and wait. note: sitting on a metal bench in winter is not smart, your ass will freeze!
finally, after a momentary freakout due to never having ridden this particular bus to cambridge before, i arrive in central and trudge to work.
mother of god…and my day isn’t over yet…
but…i’m le tired…
