HEY SO GUESS WHAT?!
I’m gonna move in with my friend Anne. Probably by the end of this month.
She’s got a 2-bedroom condo that will put me about a half hour closer to work. We’ve lived together several times before, too, so we’re the kind of comfortable where you leave the bathroom unlocked while you shower so the other person can pee in the morning.
SWEET.
I’m really excited about this. REALLY excited. I’m not as excited that my brother, Harrison, has decided to move to California. In two weeks. Somewhat randomly.
But, hey, that’s just how he operates. He’s an artist. And, anyway, his industry (the movie industry) is out in that direction. So I know it’s good for him. I’m just really close to my bro. We’re best friends. Bleh.
ANYWAY… The reason I can afford to move in with Anne and still save money to move in with The Man eventually is that I’ve got a bit of… Uh… “Side work” goin’ on. I can’t tell you what it is.
(I’m rather hoping you’re going to assume I’m a drug kingpin, though. So if you are undecided about what your Chloe-mental-image was going to be for this situation, I urge you to choose “drug kingpin” and fear me evermore.)
I’m hoping with this source of income, and the opportunities it provides (bustin’ caps in asses, etc.) will help me gain a career, rather than just a job. You know?
And I’m so happy to be living with Anne. We’ve known each other for about 15 years now, have lived together off and on starting in college, and she’s a vegetarian so it will be a meat-free house. It’s a cute condo, too, and I’ve helped her do painting and decorating, so I think it will be easy to feel at home there.
But you know what? I’m hoping it doesn’t last long. I’m hoping I can be living with The Man before 2010 is over. I’m hoping my new job helps. I’m hoping, hoping, hoping.
If anyone has any more questions, let ‘em rip. You have precisely 29,233 minutes and 28 seconds left before I will refuse to answer any and all questions. You know me; I’m a hard-ass.
Question: Does your new job involve street corners, boots and “dates”? Also, how much? Cuz I got a few extra bucks.
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Chloe Reply:
March 11th, 2010 at 9:03 pm
Are you INSANE? How DARE you? It’s 2010 and I’m a smart, respectable woman.
So…. I get Johns through the INTERNET, not on street corners. Prostitution has come a long way, baby.
(Prices depend on what you want done. Who watches. Transportation costs. I’d give you a major discount, of course.)
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4. Piece of technology you can’t live without?
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