i'll make the most of it, i'm an extraordinary machine

kelli and i have been existing in a bizarre state recently; it's as if we have become trapped within this bubble that only gravitates towards the most ridiculously fucked up scenario available at any given time. i can't even go into detail here, for there are just too many. to put it simply, neither one of us can think back to a time in the recent past where we have done anything other than slog through whatever nearly insurmountable set of obstacles set themselves in front of us at the start of any given day.

luckily, we find most of this highly amusing. the people who pepper the daily slog, both the left-field dwelling characters(the guy who tried to sell me vodka out of a black trash bag at the bus stop on tuesday, or mohammed, who makes cat noises at kels every time he sees her) and the support system(the hill cafe houses most of these folks, who are willing to donate showers, cars, and most importantly, a deeply sarcastic sense of humor) are also responsible for why we continue to survive, and haven't dissolved into a pool of self-depreciating misery over our sorry state of affairs. how not fun would that be?

yes, all this is just straight up laughable. like my whore bitch landlord trying to go toe-to-toe with us by sending this ludicrous email intended to scare us into submission and getting slapped the hell down by one livid ex-english major with a serious ax to grind. that was fun. i should post that exchange. needless to say, the electrician showed up the next day.

god, i just want one of those days...what is the term? off? oh yes, that's it. i want a day OFF.

a day where nothing breaks and nothing that we need to live gets turned off and i don't wake up to find smarmy, visibly intoxicated contractors in my bathroom at 9am and my dog chooses not to eat my bed. i would ask that my dog chooses not to eat anything, but that's asking way too much.