Be my roommate. Please.

I am officially bumming it out.


I have a job interview tomorrow... Although I've never heard of having a job interview on a Saturday, so I'm skeptical about this prospect. But I need cash. Quick, fast, and in a hurry. So, to refrain from giving into stripping for a while-- even though I think I'd be a pretty rad stripper, I'm going to this interview. At a pub. On a Saturday.


But I'd be a pretty rad stripper.

Anyway, that's the only real update I have on life. I've been sitting here, staring at my laptop screen for... Hm... At least 8 days. I've been avoiding drama as much as I can and getting more use out of my bed than I thought I'd ever be comfortable with. I've been devouring Lunchables and Yoplait (even though I really, really wanted Greek yogurt instead- but that's another boring story) and anything I can get my hands on that doesn't make me feel overtly obese.

I've been a cow, basically.


I've also been contemplating making moves. I started apartment searching for places in the city... But then I thought how the fuck am I going to get all of my stuff to Chicago? and then what if I can only find a really homophobic roommate? and then maybe I can show them Ky's film and they'll back off a little. Hopefully not six weeks down the line. and then I took a nap. Because thinking just wastes too much energy these days.


So, if you're out there and you're queer or queer-friendly and you need a roommate, please find me? Let the universe be your guide.