listening to: "southtown girls" - the hold steady
i'm not terminally happy, if that's what you're wondering.
i still work two shitty jobs, seventy hours a week.
i'm getting married august 29th, which is like 145 days away.
i'm visiting potential homes that smell of cat piss.
bridal stores call me at my house and on my cell. which: torture.
my parents are going to africa for the summer, and i need them here.
i have had a unibrow since i was in junior high. no one could be happy about that.
i don't drink nearly as much gin as i would like to.
my mexican friends in the brewery kitchen have ceased calling me "te amo".
and yet.
in less than four months i am going to be joined with my heart's friend.
and when i'm not entirely overwhelmed by the stress of this coming summer,
i am deeply satisfied.
shalomshalom.
