Life

The tree outside my balcony in full bloom…. Dining area. This table used to be my pony workbench. Perfect-sized kitchen! Would have preferred one open to the living room, but it’s big enough for my needs right now. My great living room. Note the National Geographics on the back shelf there. Oh look, my balcony! […]

Stolen from here. I agree with every one of these about 8,000 percent. Here’s why: 1)Marry the right person. This one decision will determine 90% of your happiness or misery. When I was 18, my high school boyfriend asked me to marry him. Twice. I freaked out both times. The first time, I deflected the

Crazy work all day to meet deadlines, come home, food while watching old Carnivale episodes, homework until 9:00, leisure reading and bed by 9:30. It’s time to get the writing, working out, and video games in there. Seriously. Things have been in such an upheaval cause of the move I just haven’t had the time

1) Getting into a writing routine here in the new digs 2) Cooking for myself again in the new digs (I’m so befuddled when I come home that making food just seems like too much trouble. But I don’t have enough money [less and less now that I have the new digs] to go out)

… take 7 credits worth of community college classes (4 of those being Economics, with graphs. I won’t tell you what my last quiz score was, but I did pass the first test) while leading a work project projected to bring in eight figures, moving to a new place (you wouldn’t believe the amount of

…. a new mattress. I’d been sleeping on the same old futon mattress for the last five years. After awhile, you just get used to it, and you think all mattresses are like that. Not so.

I passed my first economics test tonight! Yes, that’s right… I got a C! Seriously, have you seen the graphs? The graphs, oh I loathe them. Hey, I’ll take the C. In other news, I’m mostly settled now in the new place. Furniture was delivered and mostly put together. The not-Boyfriend dropped by and gave

Stephanie says: Boy, Kameron, you have a LOT OF SHIT! Which the three of us hauled up two flights of stairs. Yeah, that’s a lot of shit. And more in the bedroom. Lots of shit. But having the balcony was worth the stairs. Steph and the Old Man prob’ly don’t agree. But seriously: balcony, people!

It really is a very nice apartment. Picked up the keys today, signed the lease, checked to make sure everything is clean and tidy and in order. Sat on the floor for a few minutes and let myself realize that I finally had a place of my own that nobody else was partially or wholly