there really is no god

so my new apt does not have a dishwasher.
which is really sad.

what it does have is 2 block access to bars where open marriage 41 year olds nervously laugh and espouse the rhetoric of popular psychologists.

wow.
all really need is a dishwasher.
and, maybe, a stove.

holy holy holy

so i'm planning on going to church tomorrow. i need some forgiveness. i can't decide if i'm gonna head to the episcopal church or the methodist church. i think that the methodist church in my neighborhood has funky music.

ain't
no
way.

i can't do drums, guitars or flutes at church.
i'll let you know.

girls just wanna have fun

i am employed again.
i've had 3 dates in a week.
i like a boy... or two hundred.

however,
the sewer lines in my new place have been severed.
the bathroom is a cluster fuck.
i haven't pulled up the carpet yet and have to paint for a week.

bipolarity is a running theme in my life.
yeah!
boo!