fallfromgrace

I'm pretty much moved in. A great many thanks to luminaire who helped me truck the desk and bed to my new place.

Now I have all the time in the world to worry about not having a job. Sure, I've got sustainable income, but I need more to be... Comfortable. To be able to get ink, to eat more than ramen, to build on my furniture, to pay off debt, etc.

I've been setting up and settling into routines and subroutines in my new place. One of them has been keeping things clean, tidy, and organized. Another has been drinking coffee every morning(although, I think I make it wrong... If only I knew an amazing barista who could show me gow to portion correctly...). All these things have one end: building a better me.

I had a discussion with some friends earlier this week. We talked about the "nice guy" syndrome, and how girls tend to gravitate to bad boys, abusive and neglectful guys, and even will choose a shitty guy over an amazing one.

I think for me, it's like a man who somehow achieved immortality, only to watch as one by one his friends and loved ones died. I used to think that I wasn't good enough for anyone, that no one would want me. Now I realize the truth, that I'm amazing and a rare find... Only now I've got the sneaking suspicion that I'm too good.

It's by no means hopeless. I'm sure that I will make some lucky woman happy one day.

Moving on, I need a job. The next few weeks (God, I'm really hoping that it doesn't take that long; find me something fast! Amen) will be spent job hunting. I'm going to be fiercely pursuing all leads. So if you've got a lead in the seattle area, don't hold out on me!

I'm looking forward to the next weekend. It's going to be nice to be unemployed for the biggest party weekend of the summer.