All Quiet
Seems like there is a lull in activity at work here, or not at work, if you prefer. Who knows. It seems to mirror the other parts of my life in which I flip flop from super social to spending lots of time alone. My landlord has changed her mind about my apt, and now wants to sell it and have an open house and carpet cleaners and HASSLE HASSLE HASSLE and then I have to move in December...argh. She'd originally said that if this one woman interested in the place didn't want to buy it, then she had no interest in "dragging a bunch of people through the place." Apparently she now wants to drag people in and alter lots of shit. I dislike her greatly right now, most because I have to move in a couple of months and it is a SWEET apartment.
I've been reading
Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs, which is good, but not as good as
Generation X, although Klosterman knows the same popculture shit as I do...which makes me feel as esoteric as he is / makes me want to be a writer for SPIN magazine (his other gig when he isn't an author). He really got me when he said something about the Neptunes mixing up his innerds. I could handle all the Zach Morris and GNR tribute band stuff...but when he busted out the Neptunes, for some reason he got some brownie points from me. Go figure.
Not much else. It's been raining. Lucas turned 25, and it wasn't a catastrophe...we had a nice get together. I feel conflicted about many things in my life and may or may not be having another quarter life crisis as I am in my mid-early-twenties, so I am told.
Hope all is well -----
