domestimacated

day 1 of my semi-week off. it may end up being more than a week off, if the state of NH doesn't expedite its head out of its ass and get my nonexistant criminal record back to my prospective employer. fuckers.

goals for the week: clean entire apartment, and unpack the 50% of moving boxes which have been doubling as end tables, nintendo supporters, clothes depositories, and mail sorters for the past 8 months. holy shit, 8 months? yeah.

write my paper from "the neuroscience project" from my last job, even though all my data is in LA and i use an abdominal stability ball as a chair for the computer. should be fun.

and go to the gym every day, strive to begin ramping up to the desired 2 miles a day on the treadmill (i mean it, it's no metaphor for my life and its pursuits or anything cheeky like that).

somehow find a getup similar to the other bridesmaids' for my best friend's wedding in like, 2 weeks. with no money. yay! i *heart* shopping for things i can't find with no cash and no motivation! is this what it's like to be male?

so today i went to the gym. i finished a bodice-buster romance my mom lent me (it was wonder bread, on the fictional fiber scale). i went to trader joe's, where they have discontinued dried strawberries. UNACCEPTABLE. the remaining stock is being held for me in burlington. then i went to shaw's. and somewhere in there i bought carrot juice.

and then i cleaned the bathroom, noticing a pinkish ring of scuzz around the faucet fixture. it reminded me of back in the day when i got reamed by my ex that i was letting mold grow in the bathroom like a welfare person. i pointed out that i am the whitest bitch on the block and i haven't set foot in a public school since age 5, so clearly this is bourgeois mold. i must be right. tubophile and sinkophile organisms alike, come descend upon my house.

and drink my carrot juice.