So I've clearly been having a very difficult time updating this site. This is mainly because I've finally surfaced from a major depressive episode that's lasted the last 15 years or so. This means I have a lot of ground to cover, and quickly, before everything comes crashing down on me again. So I've been writing and cleaning and putting together Ikea furniture and shopping and trying to get everything in order as quickly as possible. Because of course this will all result in an epic fail. If we're making predictions, I'd say it will probably be at the hands of some semi-literate dude that I didn't mean to get involved with and who breaks my heart. If the past is any indicator of the future, anyway.
I've been writing about music all over the place lately and am in the process of writing a bunch of articles right now, including one about the Egyptian Lover. I'm really excited about this one because he's so fat and amazing. Writing articles is a lot easier than editing my novel, which is basically just like flossing. I'm sure in the long run it's worthwhile but it just seems really tedious and bloody whenever I try it. I really hate editing which is why I like blogging. This is basically because I'm a lazy, slovenly person at heart. I'd signed up to take a food journalism class because my other big hobby lately, other than music writing, has been gaining weight. Over the last two days I've made bahn mi every two hours or so because I got an entire loaf of bread and didn't want it to go stale. Sigh.
All I want to do with my life is travel around Asia and get fatter and fatter. But what am I supposed to do when the money runs out? Haven't figured that one out, so am staying put for the summer, I guess. I guess I can handle one summer here if I at least get to go to Malaysia and eat a boatload of laksa at some point in the middle.
In other news, I moved out of my last flat. So I am on my fourth flat in six months. This time, I'm living with my favorite person. Me. I will never live with another human being as long as I live. Granted, moving in with a failed child star and a failed model was destined to, well, fail, but it was seriously demoralizing. I guess I'll have to give a whole post over to the two of them, but I'm still too exhausted by the ordeal. At least I'm alone again.
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