I push myself finally to write something, minorly personal. (Note: only urban dictionary accepts "minorly" as a word, I need to get my vocabulary out of the gutter.)
1. I return to find that no, no job lept into my lap while I was away and unconcerned about finding one.
2. This weighs pretty heavy on my mind.
3. Seriously, what the fuck am I thinking in living here?
4. Oh, I feel like I'll get some low-rent Excel-crunching, hell-on-earth office job. And I'll need to fight for it.
5. I feel, scratch that, I am having basic problems reading and writing with any sort of fluidity and I feel like my brain is going to seed.
6. I think this pessimism is a little horrendously melodramatic.
7. Or is it?
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4 comments:
blog, woman.
ps tariq called today and asked me if i wanted to move to new york city for a little while when we graduate.
we then had a very spirited conversation about how badass that would be--people on the sidewalks, a place in manhattan or brooklyn that's small but nice, always having things to do, a great music scene--and we all but decided after about twenty minutes that: HELL YES we should go!
he cited, among other things, (including television (the band), and the movie, benjamin button) talking to you about your decision to move to chicago and get as far away from florida as possible as part of the inspiration to start thinking about new york. . .
so, yeah. that happened today. :) hope you're doing well, lady. i miss you!
Brooklyn sounds amazing. But, hey, consider Chi as well. (Plug.) Or maybe you shouldn't--that way you can vacation in Chicago and I'll get to stay in NYC on the cheap...
"Minorly" = totally writerly. So keep up the word shenans.
Also, I'll stump for Brooklyn any day.
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