Sunday, June 28, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
my roommate is moving out in a month...i've been debating between finding a new person to move into this insane one-of-a-kind-circus-called-home with all of my colorful housemates.....or leaving this creaky old victorian which i've grown to love over the past 4 years...and finding a place of my own where i can have privacy for the first time in my life.
both aspects have huge pros and cons. god, i'd miss my bedroom. look at it, so tranquil.
one of the pros to staying put is the cheap price on my current rent. i'd be able to afford returning to spain with the girls in october. (see the silly above video...it might not have uploaded correctly though...we were staying with an adorable clothing designer named blanca in barcelona, and in the video we were at a very small but chic bar named 'vinilo' which projected old movies on the walls and served absinthe by the barrelful---hence the intoxicated singing...)
one of the cons to staying is that i'd have to break-in yet another new potential roomie into this very different sort of living situation. this place is not for everyone, that's for sure---but that's why we love it, i guess. nonetheless, it's a fucking pain in the ass, getting used to living with a complete stranger.
one of the pros to leaving would be that i could take the opportunity to purge myself of all the things i no longer need. i would have a fresh start in a new location and it would be so freeing to have space to call my very own.
but i would be hurting financially and there would be no return trip to spain---and portugal, france and berlin!
Thursday, June 11, 2009
the women were well dressed, very mainstream, sort of banana republic meets some overpriced boutique in Lohman's plaza...very "the real housewives of greater sacramento"--if there was such a show---and there isn't, thank the lord. it was clear they were having a "girls afternoon out."
my initial thought process was that it was cool, the mothers going to have some coffee together downtown with the kids...the entire thing was quaint. let's make a day trip to downtown, fix up our hair, put on our heels, bring the kids....i always consider it a good thing to see hetero women spending time together away from their men.
fast forward to when they were exiting the cafe (i was sitting outside)...i picked up on the fact that they must've been letting their younguns run all about the place, because evidently they had been told to keep them in check.
clearly they did not like being told what to do, because from that point, i silently sat, listening to every horrible thing that they had to say, pouring like french manicure diarrhea out of their christian dior glossed lips....
"that white trash cashier told ME to watch MY boy?? how dare he???" (who else is supposed to watch your child but you?)
"they are all beatniks anyhow, sitting all hunched over their books, they think they are all european but they sure aren't!" (as if beatniks still exist in great numbers, and what the hell does any of it have to do with europe?)
"i make more money than ALL of them combined!!" (that's good, now go back to granite bay)
the trash talking kept on for awhile, and it was really bad. it was embarassing. i didn't know adults talked like this on a regular basis. call me bright-eyed and stupid but hearing their words really weirded me out. fuck artists this, everybody is so ugly, all of you broke losers, at least i dont work at a CAFE, go listen to your snobby 'cool' music that (i actually thought that one was funny because it's true) it was complete racism (they were all white)/class ism on a financial status level....prejudice obviously, really low shit. great. and to think of all the clientele i have to serve on a nightly basis......i always feel like i know what they are thinking, but until now ive never actually heard it.
it was really tragic, because most all of their insults had to do with how much money they make and how much they assume "people like us" do not. wealth....what has been said is true--you really can't take it with you when you die....so why dont you spend a little less time belittling people less wealthy than you. we dont want your ugly coach purse. we dont. but we are happy that you are happy with it before you rot away into a pile of bones in the earth, slimy and smelly.
the highlight of all the insults came when the obvious leader of the pack said:
"well, whatever. WE are the UPPER class and WE are off on a WEEKDAY AFTERNOON!!!!"
may god have mercy on your soul, and just for the record, i never, EVER have to work during the afternoon, and i'm not rearing a child that is sure to grow up and be a chauvanistic, sheltered menace to society.
Friday, June 5, 2009
at some point my entire body broke out into some sort of hive-like situation, perhaps from the electricity in the air (more likely from a food allergy...?) it was very bizzare. very alien.
today my 3rd floor neighbor said last night during the peak of it all she had made her way to the patio at 4 am to wait for me. i didn't know; i never arrived.......and tonight it is i whom is sitting here alone, the weather is still. i am listening to the silence.