Six weeks from this moment, I will be in New York City.
Gah.
Yesterday I drank a martini, booked my ONE-WAY ticket to JFK Airport, and then quickly drank another martini. I mean, Honestly, I have seventy-eight dollars in checking, an a big fat zero in savings.
What happened to all that money you saved up, you ask?
Well, last Sunday, while I was on the phone doing the obligatory Mother's Day, my own little cat/child Bruce ate a four foot ribbon.
Three hours of surgery, two vet visits and TWO THOUSAND dollars later, my little buddy is waddling around the house in a cone collar. Yes, that was my NYC money. And yes, I cried (at the vet office, while entering in my credit card information; and later, at home, while staring at my bank statement). My wonderful little cat is going to be okay, but, man. I have no money. None.
So, six weeks. I have some interesting things planned. I am going to sell all of my possessions, in a ritual called a 'yard sale.' I am going to scrub my entire residence and pray to the apartment gods that I get my entire deposit back. Also, randomly, my boyfriend and I are going to be receiving a car from his grandma. So, obviously we're going to sell it.
Times is tough.
Okay, I have twelve minutes until work and I need to down this mimosa that I just ordered. Wish me luck.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Reasonable Expectations
Its been a while since I did anything productive on this stupidly expensive device called a laptop. How do I know this? I am currently attempting to dig out some crumbs of some sort of snack (that I ate while watching netflix, I'm sure) from the cracks in between the keys. Sad.
What else is sad? This weather. Yeah, I'm sick of hearing from friends in Brooklyn who are like, "I ran around with my top off today it was just SO hot!!!" Makes me sick.
In other news, my life has been a little bit up in down. Last week, my boyfriend burst into the living room with two (2) counts of good news. One, the giant two-bedroom apartment in Greenpoint that our friends Jon and Chris live in is now OURS (well, half is ours, we will be sharing it with Jon once Chris vacates for the summer) starting July 1! A place to live in Brooklyn! For cheap! And Jon says that our little sublet might turn into a 'permanent' thing if Chris decides not to return after the summer. !!!
Second good thing. My boyfriend's grandma calls, says she wants to see her grandson and his ladyfriend, and would we mind if she flew us out to her humongo ranch in Colorado for a weekend? Oh and would we mind taking an extra car off her hands and driving it in a super awesome road trip back to Seattle? !!!
So, obviously I am super, super excited. A road trip is just the thing I want to do before a giant cross-country move after which I will completely broke for maybe the rest of my life. So, I go around, telling everyone about the upcoming road trip, how I am basically being given a car to drive cross-country, how my life is AWESOME, etc.
And then. My boyfriend forgets to call his grandma back. Like, for weeks. He finally calls, and after a brief conversation, hangs up and informs nonchalantly me that his grandma assumed I couldn't go on the trip so she bought tickets for her grandson and his dad, not me. So I get to miss out on an amazing trip. Great.
Still fuming at my boyfriend, we end up going out to eat sushi a couple of days later. My boyfriend is telling me that he's sorry, that we should look on the bright side, and that I shouldn't let this get to me. That I should keep my expectations high and hope for the best.
Then I pull out this:
Bah. My life.
What else is sad? This weather. Yeah, I'm sick of hearing from friends in Brooklyn who are like, "I ran around with my top off today it was just SO hot!!!" Makes me sick.
In other news, my life has been a little bit up in down. Last week, my boyfriend burst into the living room with two (2) counts of good news. One, the giant two-bedroom apartment in Greenpoint that our friends Jon and Chris live in is now OURS (well, half is ours, we will be sharing it with Jon once Chris vacates for the summer) starting July 1! A place to live in Brooklyn! For cheap! And Jon says that our little sublet might turn into a 'permanent' thing if Chris decides not to return after the summer. !!!
Second good thing. My boyfriend's grandma calls, says she wants to see her grandson and his ladyfriend, and would we mind if she flew us out to her humongo ranch in Colorado for a weekend? Oh and would we mind taking an extra car off her hands and driving it in a super awesome road trip back to Seattle? !!!
So, obviously I am super, super excited. A road trip is just the thing I want to do before a giant cross-country move after which I will completely broke for maybe the rest of my life. So, I go around, telling everyone about the upcoming road trip, how I am basically being given a car to drive cross-country, how my life is AWESOME, etc.
And then. My boyfriend forgets to call his grandma back. Like, for weeks. He finally calls, and after a brief conversation, hangs up and informs nonchalantly me that his grandma assumed I couldn't go on the trip so she bought tickets for her grandson and his dad, not me. So I get to miss out on an amazing trip. Great.
Still fuming at my boyfriend, we end up going out to eat sushi a couple of days later. My boyfriend is telling me that he's sorry, that we should look on the bright side, and that I shouldn't let this get to me. That I should keep my expectations high and hope for the best.
Then I pull out this:
Bah. My life.
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