Severe storms were kind enough to knock out our internet this week. I’m going on day 5 without my daily helping of high quality television drama, can you believe it? Withdrawal is a bitch. I’m drafting this on my phone, grumpily.
This place doesn’t feel like home anymore, and not just because of the lack of internet, although that really isn’t helping. What’s worse, though, is the way my apartment now floods every time it rains and the way my landlord either shrugs it off or gets defensive. (“It’s not that bad,” he helpfully informed me after the last incident, as though I don’t have the ability to judge water depth.) On the bright side, he’s so hell-bent on avoiding the issue that he hasn’t bothered to charge me rent in months.
On top of the flooding, there’s the fact that my ex works at my goddamn place of residence. He started helping my landlord out in the recording studio on the property after we split, and now he’s around on most days. Last month I made the long-overdue decision to essentially purge my life of his influence, and that was a very good thing, but it can be difficult when he’s physically here, when I always run the risk of bumping into him and occasionally do. It requires some primo mental jiu-jitsu to maintain balance and normalcy in the face of that, and I’m actually shocked by how well I’ve managed it. Still, it’s a fucked up situation and I need out.
The plan for my new digs involves musician friends and goes into effect in July. Until then, I’ll just have to make do with my mildewy, dark apartment and enjoy the free rent as best I can.
This managed to make me miss Cali.
Amy Poehler: Life coach.
What it’s like to be in a band in 3 lines of chat.
baconlustre said: Question about intimacy and art: I grew up with the Dresden Dolls. Your art is deliciously soul-bearing. Then you married my favorite author. Now add social media. I've seen personal unrehearsed moments. Hell, I hear more from your family than my own. I don't have a statue of gum you've discarded - but if I did meet you it would be hard to remember that to you, I'm a stranger. How do you deal with those of us who mistakenly believe we have a relationship?
the mistake is thinking you’re mistaken. a relationship is a relationship. some are lopsided. we are in one of those : I know less than you do about me. but that doesn’t meant the relationship isn’t real.
if you meet me, it becomes obvious. we aren’t strangers.