Posts Tagged: apartment

When You’re Locked Out of Your Apartment…

You know how they say the road to hell is paved with good intentions? I don’t feel I’m headed for hell, necessarily, but maybe some sort of weird purgatory that resembles the situations I put myself in. Today, I got home from work, and went to throw out the garbage. That’s it. That’s all I wanted to do. And I took off my purse, but left my phone in my pocket so that I could still listen to music as I was throwing out the garbage. And as I was leaving, I thought, “Should I unlock this door?” And then… I’m not done yet.

So. Much. Shopping.

My mom and sister came from Indernana for some bonding time. They picked me up from work and we headed over to Bed Bath and Beyond. About two seconds in, my sister and I left my mom to revel in the gloriousness of the store. We got some desperately-needed coffee, and then I watched her go from store to store looking for clothes. Two things to say here: 1) I don’t understand clothes shopping. 2) My sister, at 15, has more financial sense than I do. I offered to buy her whatever she wanted and she still wanted to buy… I’m not done yet.

The first step IS a doozy.

I actually attempted cleaning my apartment tonight. Like, serious cleaning. Mother AND sister are coming tomorrow. (I feel like mortal kombat: FINISH HER!!!!) And I’m sweaty. And tired. And nothing’s actually done. Motherbitches. Goodnight.

And God Said Let There Be Light

And it was good. Tonight, I finally changed the lightbulb in my ceiling fan in my bedroom. It’s been dim since I moved in. If you’ve been keeping track, I’ve been here for 6 months. Right then. Goodnight!

Vivir Su Vida.

Literally translated, the title of the blog post means “to live your life.” From last night to today, I took an inventory. It was sort of haphazard, because I was relieved I wasn’t battling drunken idiots but kind of feeling lame that I didn’t really do anything. (I concluded that I was doing something I liked to do, so it all worked out.) So I thought of the things that I have, and the things that I want, and the things I’d have to do to get me to what I want, and then I did not write them down… I’m not done yet.