Did you miss me? Can't believe it's been exactly ONE YEAR since I started this blog. One whole year since I've been on my own, exploring the world! Allow me to catch you up on my adventures.
For starters, I got a job! The pay is completely unreliable, and there are no benefits to speak of. But it consistently funds my Krispy Kreme addiction. And I'm my own boss! Long story short, I passed out from heat exhaustion next to a dry rotted guitar case. Fourteen hours later when I awoke, dried drool caked all over me, the thing was loaded with dollars. That got me thinking. If I can earn money asleep, think what I could make banging silverware together to the tune of SexyBack. And just like that my income tripled.
Soon I had more money than I knew what to do with. I was eating a dozen Krispy Kremes per day with money left over, and no means to save or invest it (I can't see over the bank teller counters). Needless to say, I took CVS to the cleaners on the Fourth of July.
Looking back, I could have probably done without the glasses. I had to tack them to my face with chewing gum like a nerdy MacGyver (because I don't have a nose) but I still had a good time celebrating.
As the autumn months turned to winter, it became harder and harder to stay warm. But every now and then the Universe would conspire to make me feel provided for. I've lived in dozens of different homes this past year. The only problem is that they are never there for very long. Sometimes I'll go for a roll and when I come back my home is gone. Non-attachment has been my biggest lesson thus far. Despite my losses, and for the sake of nostalgia, here are two of my favorite more recent dwellings:
Ironically enough, I even got to live on Columbia Dr. for a couple days (although I couldn't find anything on the 300 block.)
Merry Picklemas, jerks!
