I got off work at 2, and on the way to meeting Corey at the Inn at the Anasazi Bar, I saw Nick doing his public art thing, drawing a cool caricature of a little boy in space. I def want one haha
Had a pomegranate martini with Corey, talked about New York and art and such. Such a nice guy haha
Caught the 3:19 bus home, and found Amanda and Laura (?) finishing up the load. Certainly interesting dynamic and conversation. Felt sad as Amanda packed up and left. A few minutes later Leena comes in to tell me that our new housemate is moving in 2 hours (enough time for me just to get my stuff into Nica/Amanda's old room).
I haven't felt like I've exhaled completely yet. So much rage built up over the situation, the lack of breathing time just to really absorb everything, awe at how quickly everything moved and i can't help but feel a sense of dread. Going 10mph is the safest, but 60mph wasn't life threatening. 120 mph and having an 18 year old african american college freshman move in with a 21 year old asian american trying to just sit out her 2 month sentence and a 33 year old canadian tsimshian filmmaker who is a mess.......
My life is a big fucking joke. A beacon of crazy events strung together. Of course there's order in this chaos in ridiculous ways.
In the last three weeks, three women have moved out.
I personally have moved into every single room in this house except the livingroom and kitchen which are now back to bare.
This house has had "every race": mexican, white, asian, native american, and now black. My bitter self thinks we're just a few seconds away from recording the worst Village People covers.
I just hope she's nice
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