I need a trans-friend

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Cosmo made from Ocala Oranges

This week, Karma has just been kicking. my. ass.

After the fiasco with my girlfriend taking over my former roommate's part of the lease, we were left to clean up the mess of two other angry roommates segregating the space. When I walked into the apartment on Tuesday, it seriously looked like someone had come in and drawn a line through the entire space. The roommate that I was sharing a bathroom with decided she would permanently switch to the other bathroom (everything was supposedly done to give AJ and I space... Yea or sequester us), conveniently leaving her heap of trash behind. Funny.

In fact, the entire situation was hilarious to me. I couldn't, for the life of me, take anything seriously this week, and I'm sure that didn't help ease the tension. I still don't exactly care... But I try to at least look like I'm making the effort =/

Wednesday, I wake up to a nice little email from the school, attempting to claim $582 from my rapidly drained bank account... Yea... It's just not happening. The attempt and the school thing. What is happening: plans to move.

My dear interwebz pal T* has proposed I just keep moving west... And I think she's right. I'm happiest when I have places to go and money to visit random places and meet random people (like my current gf). And of course when I don't have responsibilities. I'm a kid of the 90's. We don't want to grow up. Ever.

Which is my next issue.

My mom called yesterday to tell me that my great(x3)-aunt was suffering some complications because of her edema in her legs or something... I can't really understand what she was saying, but pieced together what I could from my days not spent sleeping during anatomy. To make a long story short... I'm afraid my entire family is dying off. Most of my family is elderly now. My nana and her sisters (including my great aunt) were all sick last year at the same time, and I'm afraid that this year will be the same. They've always been that way, for some reason. When one breaks a hip, it follows in order of birth that something equally horrible will happen to the next sister. It scares me. And I don't mean to make it sound morbid, like they have a pact or something, but it's the way things have been for always.

I don't know what I will do if I lose my family.

My mom has already prepared for the worst, telling me not to come home to DC because she doesn't know if we're going to have the funeral there or in our hometown (where most of my family still lives) in Florida... I don't deal well with giving up. I don't deal well with losing. I don't deal well with this.

So I'm putting everything aside for a while, getting myself together... Because, in order for me to stay sane, I'm going to have to either work myself to death or do something drastic.