i really can't.
it has been 20 arduous years since i last was in this scenario.
ups and downs, as they say.
strikes and gutters they also say.
shit and more shit- i say.
[feel free to use that gem.]
so what am i bitching about now, you ask?
i'm in a small leaky boat on the seas of fuckyou.
at least i can swim.
i'm at my mother's condo, having come by earlier today to change a few lightbulbs, and drop off a plethora of plants.
why?
because the economy is in the sewer, and i am an artist without direction or a clear personal path, i'm a woman eeking out a unique existence, lost adrift the turd sea, grabbing at invisible straws, and in leu of all that bullshit, my lease is up in less than 2 weeks, and i have no money.
none.
zip.
nil.
goose egg.
and i have to move in with the parental unit.
rent here is free, and i can "get my shit together" as the phrase goes.
ideally, i would have a great-paying satisfying job, and be moving into the cottage or loft of my dreams, but that isn't ready to materialize yet.
so, in the meantime, i joined the cheese club:
just hold this pic up to a mirror.
you may see inside your own soul.
or not.
as a bona fide member of the cheese club, i invite you to eat out of the pan.
yummy.
i will be back to bitch about this more in the near future. i need to put a lid on the pan and shove the entire thing in the fridge.
KLASSY