Posts tagged with ‘summer 2011’ include the following:

I haven’t posted about what’s going on in my life for a long time

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.

Wait did I mention what I’m doing today?

GUESS WHICH SHOW I’M SEEING TODAY

GUESS WHICH SHOW I’M SEEING TODAY

Eugh, this city is falling apart. I’d hate to see regular York.

Is there a way to stop eating Easy Cheese besides running out of Easy Cheese?

How I experience literally every morning:

OH GOD THE LIGHT

So the best bro in the world bought me a Book of Mormon ticket for this weekend.

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.)

Summer 2011

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.

Reasons the Oberon would throw out an ornate leather pull-out couch:

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

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