I was planning to finish up this stupid bead board thing today, now that everyone is gone and I am all alone with the laundry, the sand on the floor and the leftovers in the refrigerator.
But it's nice out. I see my choices as:
1) sit on the back porch and read newspapers and drink beer all day
2) take measurements inside the shower stall
Hmm.
fair warning: on block island or manhattan or in missouri, we can be a little salty
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The dilemma:
It is hot in NYC, i have to tiptoe around my own house, for fear of the roommates, I am moving in a few months' and my mom has A/C.
I see my choices as follows:
1)Stay in my apartment, locked in my room, paying for food that i don't eat and electricity that i don't use (she runs that A/C in her office, in the house, all day) and sweating my balls off. Or,
2) Move back home to mom's, become emotionally dependant, regress, take drugs, and not pay rent--thereby making me richer and cooler (literally).
A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
Please remover above blog. It has been brought to my attention that this may come across the wrong way. So note, to anyone who has read it: I only write fiction in the personal narrative---In more obvious terms, I am a drama queen. Hence, the above is not the truth.
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