I got locked inside my apartment last night.
Our doorknob/lock broke, and no matter what I did to the doorknob, I could not open the door. I was on my way to work. Luckily someone picked up my shift! Otherwise I would've felt terrible. I'm out a buncha bucks, though. That was a really good shift/section. And rent is due soon.....
Being trapped inside your apartment is surreal.
My exboyfriend came over and threw a Phillips head screwdriver up to me so I could take the knob off. The lock just had to be broken apart. So there's no doorknob on my door. Fucking property management company better not expect me to pay to replace it, either. Fuckers.
Ooh, I'm moving to the beach!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Technically not Wrightsville Beach 'cause I won't be living on that island, but I'll be living on Harbor Island, which is a part of the city of Wrightsville Beach. Harbor Island is within a few minutes' walk to the beach. I'm going to be living in this old house on a street lined with big old oak trees. Live Oak Drive, to be exact. Fenced in backyard complete w/palmettos and other foliage. Screened porch on the front. Hardwood floors. Tile bathroom. Crown molding. I LOVE old houses.
Small rooms/small accomodations, but Americans tend to have too much shit, anyway. Just have to get creative with the storage. And more organized.
I'll be living around the corner from some fellow yogis/veggies, so that'll be really great for me.
Soooooo......if only I'd get around to getting a 'real job.' On the other hand, one last summer of waiting tables while living on the beach might not be a bad thing. I guess I don't have to really worry about that stuff 'til fall. Besides, I'll make soooooooooooo much money in the summertime. Might help me brace for the inevitable pay cut I'll take once I stop waiting tables. Kinda ridiculous, right? That the job I'll get with my two degrees will not pay anything close to the retarded money I make slingin' tacos. (not at first, anyway)
Been totally good on the vegetarian thing and ate vegan about 80% of the time for the past couple of weeks. And yoga yoga yoga.
What about everybody else?
Our doorknob/lock broke, and no matter what I did to the doorknob, I could not open the door. I was on my way to work. Luckily someone picked up my shift! Otherwise I would've felt terrible. I'm out a buncha bucks, though. That was a really good shift/section. And rent is due soon.....
Being trapped inside your apartment is surreal.
My exboyfriend came over and threw a Phillips head screwdriver up to me so I could take the knob off. The lock just had to be broken apart. So there's no doorknob on my door. Fucking property management company better not expect me to pay to replace it, either. Fuckers.
Ooh, I'm moving to the beach!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Technically not Wrightsville Beach 'cause I won't be living on that island, but I'll be living on Harbor Island, which is a part of the city of Wrightsville Beach. Harbor Island is within a few minutes' walk to the beach. I'm going to be living in this old house on a street lined with big old oak trees. Live Oak Drive, to be exact. Fenced in backyard complete w/palmettos and other foliage. Screened porch on the front. Hardwood floors. Tile bathroom. Crown molding. I LOVE old houses.
Small rooms/small accomodations, but Americans tend to have too much shit, anyway. Just have to get creative with the storage. And more organized.
I'll be living around the corner from some fellow yogis/veggies, so that'll be really great for me.
Soooooo......if only I'd get around to getting a 'real job.' On the other hand, one last summer of waiting tables while living on the beach might not be a bad thing. I guess I don't have to really worry about that stuff 'til fall. Besides, I'll make soooooooooooo much money in the summertime. Might help me brace for the inevitable pay cut I'll take once I stop waiting tables. Kinda ridiculous, right? That the job I'll get with my two degrees will not pay anything close to the retarded money I make slingin' tacos. (not at first, anyway)
Been totally good on the vegetarian thing and ate vegan about 80% of the time for the past couple of weeks. And yoga yoga yoga.
What about everybody else?
ziricote:
That new place sounds picture-esque. I guess you like yoga, can't say I'm a fan. Not since a Czech yoga instructor tried to split me in two while shouting "breathe! breathe! stretch! stretch!" while I'm trying to tell him I'm not as flexible as that 