Adventures in Emmieland

It’s finally over. The search for a housemate that is. We decided on a guy, Das would have preferred a girl but we had mostly guy candidates so. One positive that came out of the roommate situation is I can use the dining table for din8ng again and the downstairs is tidier 5hhan it ever was. Although we could rent out the other downstairs bedroom too we decided that a sitting room/game room would serve to give everyone a bit more privacy. I’m making headway with my story, over two thousands words which I’m not sure is a good thing or not. Trying to not over stress about life but sometimes it’s a take a clown and go to bed early kinda day. Funny thing here, the most I see police is at the library. Are libraries really hotbeds of crime? I see plenty of unruly and loud kids but so far they have all responded well to a shushing by the librarians. Maybe they are here to walk people to their cars, which is nice seeing as how sundown is before five. I’ve been sleeping like mad in part...

So far finding the perfect roommate is proving to be a myth. In fact finding a roommate at all has been pretty dicey.  So far one person has actually showed up. I’m learning that my method of looking for housing where I actually cancel appts and let people know if I decided on someplace else is not the norm. Who knew common courtesy isn’t all that common. I’m writing a story in order to just chill out. Of course I get all excited about my characters but if they aggravate me I just kill them off, sadly not a real world option. Well I guess technically it is but since I’m not looking to go to prison I’ll strike it from my feasible responses.

So we are advertising for a roommate. My idea is we will find someone for say six months to see if we like having one. Friends advised us to rent out both spare rooms but this place only has one bathroom.  It’s not yet six am so by rights I should be asleep but I keep drifting off only to have the beginnings of a nightmare so at this point I’m just gonna stay awake a minute. A girl can only take so many alien abductions and werewolves a night.  I’ve been thinking about how often bipolar people are not encouraged to have romantic relationships with other bipolar people. Given that both Das and I are bipolar it’s a topic of interest. Sometimes I think they may be on to something. When we are both in danger of going off the deep end, when neither of us can quite settle down and get shut done. On the other hand I have found it invaluable having someone by my side who gets it. He’s not baffled by my on a dime mood swings or my being overwhelmed by life and just need to tak...

I had a dream a couple nights ago where I was getting my ears repierced using lasers. It felt so real so imagine my dismay when one I woke up and two I googled and discovered this was actually not a thing. Oh well I may have to do them the old fashioned way, see a guy with a needle and enjoyment of my pain. It’s been a rough day, week, month, six months.... every time we thing we have a lock on something it becomes clear in the most distressing of ways that we don’t. I figure up should be coming around soon since we have been dancing with down long enough to shut down the club. On a happy note I’ve been taking pictures. Some nudes because I don’t love my weird body well itlll make me unhappy for no damn good reason. Early this morning the fog was just right so I ran out severely underdressed to try and capture it. Think I did ok. Adding pics to this blog has become a huge pain in the butt so if I can figure it out I’ll post a couple if not you’ll just have to take my word for it th...