it's a quiet morning with folk music.
i'm incessantly emailing people i find on craigslist. eventually, someone will have to give me a place to live.
i've applied for jobs at the richmond spca and the post office. i want to be a rural mail carrier, maybe. apart from the inticement of driving a mailtruck and reading people's postcards (i'm hoping for lewd ones from the mediterranean) and the occasional gift for yr friendly courier at christmastime, i'm thinking mostly about things like those sweet, sweet government benefits. i know; i've been milking them for 22 years. the prescription plan is unbeatable.
about that: i turn 22 in 4 days, the health insurance ends, and i move out of my last college house. am i an adult? i mean, i am considering things like square-footage, sofa purchases, where to put my office, and retirement options. sheesh.
i can't be an adult. i still have half a drawer at my parent's house full of black t-shirts with shitty hardcore band names scraped across the front. i went to see thursday a few weeks ago! i am still 17! leave me alone, future.
i've applied for jobs at the richmond spca and the post office. i want to be a rural mail carrier, maybe. apart from the inticement of driving a mailtruck and reading people's postcards (i'm hoping for lewd ones from the mediterranean) and the occasional gift for yr friendly courier at christmastime, i'm thinking mostly about things like those sweet, sweet government benefits. i know; i've been milking them for 22 years. the prescription plan is unbeatable.
about that: i turn 22 in 4 days, the health insurance ends, and i move out of my last college house. am i an adult? i mean, i am considering things like square-footage, sofa purchases, where to put my office, and retirement options. sheesh.
i can't be an adult. i still have half a drawer at my parent's house full of black t-shirts with shitty hardcore band names scraped across the front. i went to see thursday a few weeks ago! i am still 17! leave me alone, future.