…and then the car that i was supposed to be living out of died.
true story.
this blog is not supposed to be rushed updates about my life, it’s supposed to be crappy first drafts of short stories i may or may not edit in the future (or at least slightly more polished updates about my life), but everything seems to be very up and down and wordpress.com says there are people looking at these pages, so i think it might be kind of important to share what’s been going down (and up).
my car has been resurrected since (why oh why does triple A have to fund highway expansion legislation AND be so so so wonderful when your car dies? why?), and for the next few days i have a happy, warm spot on a friend’s couch (a friend who does things like offer you her homemade ice cream and some blueberries from the farmer’s market for dinner and says things like ‘my house is your house, bitch’).
and while i had the most hilariously wonderful interview of my life yesterday with a used bookstore, i am also almost quite certain that i have a new job that will begin this evening with a bakery in seattle. no paperwork yet, but the offer was made. fingers crossed. i go in tonight for a couple of hours to ‘make sure it’s what i want’: i asked if this translated to “this is a working interview”, and was met with laughter over the phone and lots of fast no no nos and ‘the job is yours, really!’, but they still want to check out my frosting skills?
again, more bad first (and second and even sometimes third) drafts of things that happen and tales of exes to come. i swear.
