So instead of writing about depressing issues, today I decided to write some random things about my life for the sorry soul who ends up reading my idiotic scribblings.
So where am I right now?
Right now, I’m sitting on my couch, stealing wifi from someone’s apartment nearby, with Charlie sleeping next to me–her head smashed up against my leg, belly-up and all her private parts shamelessly exposed to the world.
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On the train ride back home from work, my dad calls me and tells me that he’s going to treat me to McDonald’s. My dad thinks McDonald’s is my favorite restaurant in the world. It is definitely not but it has a fond place in my heart because of the many meals the Lee family has sat down and eaten on those tacky pastel color seats.
Seeing my mom eating her “pishee (fish) burger” and hastily putting fries in her mouth is simply so very endearing to me now.
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Now to work.
I hate it.
I sit in a designated cubicle all day, sequestered in a small space looking at small lists, several excel spreadsheets, crunching data, and calling people I have never met before all day.
I count down the days until this job is over but I will definitely be thankful for the CASH OF WHICH I HAVE NONE RIGHT NOW.
The only thing that makes the job bearable and pushes me to try my hardest is the people because they are nice.
I NEED TO BE ENGAGED WITH MY BRAIN OR ELSE I WILL DIE.
I STILL BELIEVE GOOD THINGS WILL COME MY WAY.
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Text exchange today at work with Katie Lee because it was such a ridiculously long day.
Me: Shoot me.
Katie Lee: Bbang!!
Me: Thank you. I’m now bleeding on the floor and will soon die.
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The other day my parents began to appraise each others’ bodies and criticize one another for the sad deteriorating physical state of affairs.
Dad: Look at your mom’s butt, look how saggy it is.
Mom: So WHAT? Look at your dad’s belly! Look at how its so big and his butt is worse than mine.
And there the two stood, picking their bodies apart while I sat there watching them, clutching my stomach and lurching around with laughter because it was so funny.
I will do this when I get older. I’m going to lovingly lambaste my graying, degenerating old husband, having a joyous and comical go at his wobbly parts while he takes stabs at mine so we can revel in the ugliness and beauty of OLD.
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Charlie just farted and it smells terrible.
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I have become a hermit. I would rather stay at home reading, doing random things and stimulating my mind when I’m not sleeping or romping around with Charlie outside than socializing.
I say I can’t wait ’til I move out countless times, which is true but at the same time, I have become OK with living at home. I have created my own quiet solitary world for myself. My own routine. The only way I’ll be happy when I replace this routine is if its replaced with something gratifying and exciting.
For now…that has not happened. So every time I go downtown, I wish I was home because I’m conflicted. I love downtown and the bustling streets of chicago but because I don’t live there, and I go there, not to enjoy myself but to have 9 hours of pain, I wish I wasn’t there.
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I need to stop complaining.
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I have a list of all these issues on my whiteboard that I want to write for my political blog. I haven’t written a post for the website in over a month and a half because of job applications but also because I keep on getting distracted by other potential topics. I want to get my blog going but I just haven’t had the time!!!
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I’m going to start studying for my GRE’s soon! Let the graduate school applications begin!!
