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This joke isn't funny anymore + Booklog
Mar. 12th, 2007 11:08 amSo, as you may recall: on Wednesday, I quit my job.
On Friday, I lost my apartment.
Yeah.
Basically, what happened was that Absent Roommate came back and totally flipped her shit at Cool Roommate and myself. She didn't like that CR and I had both put some of our stuff in the living room and declared that—in spite of what was actually agreed when each of us (separately) moved in—AR, who holds the lease, is renting each of us a room. We have to earn our kitchen and living room privileges. Then, in the argument that ensued, it came out that a) AR has moved far, far beyond the point of rationality—she would answer statements and questions of ours by repeating her previous and unrelated statement over and over—and that b) AR has been cheating us out of money for months.
So we have to leave. We've already started looking at new places—two so far, the first awful, the second pretty good. So, uh, if you know anyone on the Westside of L.A. who's looking for two awesome new roommates or is renting a two bedroom place? Well, let me know! (Same if you know anyone who's looking for a writer to hire—I'm not going to be able to dally at finding a new job, like I thought.)
Anyway, I would just like to say that so far 2007 loses at life. I have never had such a consistently terrible year. It better turn around soon, or honestly, I will not know what to do. How 'bout this Saturday, world, to make a change for the better? It's St. Patrick's Day, it's my birthday, that oughta bring a little luck...
But, uh. Enough feeling sorry for myself. It's booklog time!
Week 10: 5-11 March 2007
( 54. Romancing Mister Bridgerton — Julia Quinn ) I...I want to like romances? I do. I love romantic fiction. I love the Smart Bitches. I love smutty fanfic, for god's sake! So I don't know what the deal is. But I do know I certainly don't want to read about the agony and ecstasy of some inappropriately shirtless dweeb's member. Call me crazy.
( 55. jPod — Douglas Coupland ) unlike Microserfs, the world of jPod is not one I would want to live in. It's cold there.
( 56. The Forever King — Molly Cochran & Warren Murphy ) The book wasn't any less fun to read, and I'll definitely be picking up the sequel, but for me, at least, the prose's lack of sparkle makes it something I'm less likely to reread.
( 57. The Fly-Truffler — Gustaf Sobin ) I do feel like I'm somehow to blame, but eventually I'm going to just have to stop beating myself up and accept that magical realism may just not be for me.
( 58. Kick Me: Adventures in Adolescence — Paul Feig ) Which is not to say the book isn't funny. It just really, really is not fun.
Total Books: 58
And for an extra, added bit of weirdness: see a fake copy of the magazine where I work in this trailer for a new movie about a dog.
ETA2: Make yourself feel better:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fan_this drew me tiny sleepy Rodney!
On Friday, I lost my apartment.
Yeah.
Basically, what happened was that Absent Roommate came back and totally flipped her shit at Cool Roommate and myself. She didn't like that CR and I had both put some of our stuff in the living room and declared that—in spite of what was actually agreed when each of us (separately) moved in—AR, who holds the lease, is renting each of us a room. We have to earn our kitchen and living room privileges. Then, in the argument that ensued, it came out that a) AR has moved far, far beyond the point of rationality—she would answer statements and questions of ours by repeating her previous and unrelated statement over and over—and that b) AR has been cheating us out of money for months.
So we have to leave. We've already started looking at new places—two so far, the first awful, the second pretty good. So, uh, if you know anyone on the Westside of L.A. who's looking for two awesome new roommates or is renting a two bedroom place? Well, let me know! (Same if you know anyone who's looking for a writer to hire—I'm not going to be able to dally at finding a new job, like I thought.)
Anyway, I would just like to say that so far 2007 loses at life. I have never had such a consistently terrible year. It better turn around soon, or honestly, I will not know what to do. How 'bout this Saturday, world, to make a change for the better? It's St. Patrick's Day, it's my birthday, that oughta bring a little luck...
But, uh. Enough feeling sorry for myself. It's booklog time!
Week 10: 5-11 March 2007
( 54. Romancing Mister Bridgerton — Julia Quinn ) I...I want to like romances? I do. I love romantic fiction. I love the Smart Bitches. I love smutty fanfic, for god's sake! So I don't know what the deal is. But I do know I certainly don't want to read about the agony and ecstasy of some inappropriately shirtless dweeb's member. Call me crazy.
( 55. jPod — Douglas Coupland ) unlike Microserfs, the world of jPod is not one I would want to live in. It's cold there.
( 56. The Forever King — Molly Cochran & Warren Murphy ) The book wasn't any less fun to read, and I'll definitely be picking up the sequel, but for me, at least, the prose's lack of sparkle makes it something I'm less likely to reread.
( 57. The Fly-Truffler — Gustaf Sobin ) I do feel like I'm somehow to blame, but eventually I'm going to just have to stop beating myself up and accept that magical realism may just not be for me.
( 58. Kick Me: Adventures in Adolescence — Paul Feig ) Which is not to say the book isn't funny. It just really, really is not fun.
Total Books: 58
And for an extra, added bit of weirdness: see a fake copy of the magazine where I work in this trailer for a new movie about a dog.
ETA2: Make yourself feel better:
fan_this drew me tiny sleepy Rodney!