I don't really LIVE anywhere, as some of you may know. Yeah, I'm from Providence. Lived in Connecticut a decade too. But I travel around the country. It is the nature of my occupation... but I do actually enjoy being mobile in this way. Has some disadvantages of course, especially on the ole social life. I've been divorced for years and could count my dates since then on one hand. The curious thing is that it doesn't bother me. A decade ago it surely would have. Felt like a male slut for a few years. I'm not really sure why for this change but I'm generally apathetic about it. Fortunately for me, I can (often) enjoy solitude.
Had an apartment for a while. Seemed like a huge fucking waste of money to be spending $700 monthly on a place that I only spent about 4 days a month in though. Eventually I ditched that and took up an offer from some friends to stay with them. They had the room. But of course, there are additional complications about living in a (somewhat small) house with your best friend and his wife. Yeah, that got uncomfortable.
So I still have most of my "shit" there. Much of it boxed up and stuck in a basement corner. I'm starting to think that even that is going to be a problem however. For some reason she (as in my best friend's wife) is always asking me to come over to do grunt work. Now, I don't mind a bit of friendly helping out, but I am talking about serious back-breaking stuff here that (in my opinion) should be done by professional landscapers and tree-surgeons. How in the world is that my obligation? Like I said, I'm not even staying there anymore. It boggles me that the price for storing some shit in the basement could be such slave labor? Her husband agrees with me completely but frankly she is the one wearing the pants in that family. I also appreciate the delicate situation he's in of wanting to preserve both our friendship and his marriage. So suffice to say, I think I need to rent some storage. And I definitely need less stuff. What good is stuff that just sits in boxes? NO GOOD, I say. Time to throw as much of that away as I can stand.
Of course, not the sword and shield.
Definitely not the lightsabers or toy humvee.
Can't possibly part with the camping gear I haven't used in 8 years. That stuff was expensive!
Can't ditch the bendable kermit...
Had an apartment for a while. Seemed like a huge fucking waste of money to be spending $700 monthly on a place that I only spent about 4 days a month in though. Eventually I ditched that and took up an offer from some friends to stay with them. They had the room. But of course, there are additional complications about living in a (somewhat small) house with your best friend and his wife. Yeah, that got uncomfortable.
So I still have most of my "shit" there. Much of it boxed up and stuck in a basement corner. I'm starting to think that even that is going to be a problem however. For some reason she (as in my best friend's wife) is always asking me to come over to do grunt work. Now, I don't mind a bit of friendly helping out, but I am talking about serious back-breaking stuff here that (in my opinion) should be done by professional landscapers and tree-surgeons. How in the world is that my obligation? Like I said, I'm not even staying there anymore. It boggles me that the price for storing some shit in the basement could be such slave labor? Her husband agrees with me completely but frankly she is the one wearing the pants in that family. I also appreciate the delicate situation he's in of wanting to preserve both our friendship and his marriage. So suffice to say, I think I need to rent some storage. And I definitely need less stuff. What good is stuff that just sits in boxes? NO GOOD, I say. Time to throw as much of that away as I can stand.
Of course, not the sword and shield.
Definitely not the lightsabers or toy humvee.
Can't possibly part with the camping gear I haven't used in 8 years. That stuff was expensive!
Can't ditch the bendable kermit...
To walk in the 8" heals takes a little practice, and slow movements...no running, and no drinking...I would break my foot if I drank in those babys! (woot woot! new tattoo AND shoes tomorrow)