posts: Select All > Bulk Actions > Edit > Status: Private > Update. I’m starting this over for the third time. The last post I wrote was in late May, when I was still talking/writing shit on the people I shared space with. *(Moved far below). Here’s a since-May short-form update:

  • I no longer live with Troglodyte & Oxtail. Half a month before the end of my lease in the apartment I shared with them, I got on CL for the daily STUDIO APARTMENT NOW browse and happened upon a listing for a turnedouttobea1-bedandnota studio in omitted, a few blocks east of the Trog & Oxtail apt. I contacted the landlords for a viewing the next day, filled out paperwork and submitted 12xrent proof of savings and 40xrent proof of income the same day, signed a lease by that week’s end, hired movers and bounced the next week. I didn’t warn Trog & Oxtail, didn’t say goodbye or wish them well. I took all my furniture and the common spaces were stripped bare when I shut the door on that apartment.
  • I’m still multi-job overactive, but started a full-time job in October at an omitted omitted. I am good at the job, am poorly compensated compared to the two other part-times I maintain in order to stay overactive and distracted from all the bullshit Omitted’s been putting me through over the past few months. Full-time doesn’t suit how I think about life and how I want to use my time but at least I’m distracted, have a wealth of material for the omitted I’m working on and the petty wage adds up.
  • Dealings with Omitted ([same as previous usage] which I wrote about asabstractasIcan-edly in the past of this blog) are still shit and it’s radio silence and thinking about it–silent, colorless, and god I’m just trying to be compassionate, ambivalent, et cetera et cetera et cetera.
  • I’m thrilled about having moved to the 1-bed. South-facing with three giant windows in the living room, non-electric heating, a bathtub, car wash water pressure. I finally got around to building out the wall around the bedroom window as a bookshelf/desk and filling the shelves with all the books I previously had drawered a few days before I left the city for this city for the holidays.

I thought I was going somewhere with this. I think I’ll use this to journal regularly and to work through the situation with Omitted in words–hopefully it won’t turn into too much of an emo-dump.

Same rules apply with this restart: the/this city = the city where I live / the island (unless otherwise noted), that city = the city where I grew up, the city that I quit = the city where I spent 4 years of my life and had to quit in 2014 and miss tremendously and that I’m trying to mimic by living in the/that city.

*[Aside alert] Before I get carried away with this entry–Merry Christmas to anyone who is reading. Re Christmas: I’m thrilled it fell on a weekend because Christmas Eve mass covered Sunday mass. I’ve had to attend mass every day for the past week because I’m home for the holidays and my parents omitted an omitted for omitteds in the omitted omitted. I secretly love Christmas, whatever’s left of it when it’s stripped of the tunes, decorations, etc. The family stuff, mostly. My sister is in town too. We spent the day around the house. She was more productive than I am. My parents are extremely proud when they introduce us to their friends (those related to the reason why we attended mass every day this week and otherwise)–we’re the kids that skipped town, made something of ourselves and are well educated, we both live in places a lot of people would dream to sustain themselves in, we still come home and attend mass with them and support their endeavors as devout omitteds despite only believing in our parents’ God because of what that god means to them, etc. I’m (sick) grateful for all the time I can spend with my parents and the twin.

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