so here’s what I’m up to:

I moved out of Harvard Square on my birthday (August 30), because my lease was up.

I spent the day moving into a very cheap place in a sketchy neighborhood far away from my friends and everything else in the city. Birthdays get steadily worse after 16, I’ve noticed.

I lived there for most of the month before realizing I couldn’t do it anymore, so after some frantic searching I found someone to cover my old room and I found a new room in Cambridge.

I was supposed to move in yesterday, booked a U-Haul and everything. but my landlord called last minute and said “o i guess u cant move in until wednseday or maybe thursday or maybe fridy idk.’

So the U-Haul was used to drag all of my earthly possessions into storage until I get the green light to, you know, have a home.

Until then, I’m livin’ out of a backpack and crashing in a different bed every night.

PS: On my birthday, I got a slice of cheesecake to go with a sad little candle taped to the top of the box. I decided that I wouldn’t light that candle until the next time I had a happy and restful day. THAT FUCKER IS STILL INTACT.

Anyway, such is life. Back to your regularly scheduled programming.

OH GOD THE LIGHT

Who says birthdays have to start sucking when you become an adult?

This August 30th, I’m-a start kicking the ass of my third decade on this planet.

(Right after I K.O. my second.)

In which I convince a stranger with a truck to help me move a couch around the corner, leave it outside for a day, attempt to drag it into the basement to shield it from tomorrow’s rain, and eventually remove the hinges of the basement door to make the process possible.

Alone.

At 4 in the morning.

• it has semen stains
• it has bed bugs
• it’s cursed.

I’m hoping for the curse, because that shit’s mine now.