Doing laundry blows.
It requires me to be at home. It requires long waiting periods for shit to wash and dry. It requires me to fold it myself. And it requires me to carry all 900 lbs of it back to my apmt from the laundry room. I hate doing laundry. So I only do it every few wks. Basically until my underwear runs out. And sometimes, I'll f-in buy some new underwear just to avoid the process. Shut up. You know you do it too. And if you dont, well, you probably have a washer and dryer in your place of residence, and you can go screw yourself.
I guess it gives me some time to write.
How is my life???????? Hmmm, well, not too bad. I'm still here. Knock on wood. It's Thursday night. And tomorrow I'm taking off for a wkend trip to Durango, Colorado. A place I have never been. And I'm spending the wkend with my buddy Mike. One of my all-time favorite people from college and beyond.
What do I tell you about Mike? Hmm. I could tell you about the summer of 2008 where we lived like three blocks from eachother and pretty much lived at the Stonehouse but dont remember many specifics about that. I could tell you about when he visited me in Boston for St Patty's day, but uhh that's fodder that will not be placed on the interweb. Or I could tell you about how we met, which I really dont remember, probably because we were having such a sweet-ass time.
So I'm excited. Because the Dirsch rules. And we are going to paint Durango colors that the human eye has never even witnessed before.
Other than this. Other than this.
Been thinking about this big country. A few blentries ago I talked about that ol' wanderlust, that ol' thirst arising in my bones. "Get out!" It says, "Go somewhere new."
Once that sets in with me, it's a fierce trial to deny it. So I've started researching some other companies that have similar capabilities to what my current company does, and turns out one of our main sister companies is in Silver Spring, MD, outside of DC. Booyah.
There are some other cool companies as well. One in Tennessee, another in Minne"snow"ta (Thanks but no thanks), a couple in Cali, and then the Taj Mahal that is corporate down in Texas. God knows I love Texans, but Texas...ugh the humid heat...how do people live there...in that god awful thick, thick air. Plus, I dont know how I'd really do in the south. I'm definitely the polar opposite of the southern belle and all they represent. There is also the Chi....god knows there is a part of me that could really love the Chi...if I could make it through a winter...I could love Chicago. With a deep and undying passion, I'm pretty sure.
But looks like I'm checking out the MD and DC companies this winter. We'll see if any other opps arise in the near future. (The Chi...) But my lease in up in March and I'm looking to hit the high road to a new city by next summer.
Big wheels keep on turnin....
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