TO bone or NOT to bone

TO bone or NOT to bone:

BRENTIE (as human, not android)

well hi universe, here i am in the lovely chicago, sleeping on my pals couch until 1pm everyday in a pile of my own filth and eating adderall like flinstone vitamins. i'm so glad i have a book deadline coming up that could make/break my career!!!!! as well as tons of abusive ex-esque figures in my life constantly collapsing my already fragile mental stability like a jenga skyscraper!!!! perfect, thanks be to god, im truly the pinnacle of mental health.

in other news: decided to get the hell out of New Orleans because, let's be real, the city is makes the Delta quadrant Akritiri look good by comparison. Im heading to Toronto if you wanna hang out and give me a back rub or hamster.

ROACH WOES

New Orleans is kindof the worst. I moved here to finish my book on free $ scholarship money $ so I shouldn't be bitching about it (WHITE GIRL PROBLEMS) but I can't stop myself. Did anyone know it was one of the only known earthly portals to the underworld? If you did you're a dickhead and thanks for warning me.

Dear New Orleans, there are some questions I would like to ask you. Namely, why are you obsessed with vomiting out flying cockroaches and sewer rats into my face constantly?

Nothing is preposterous here.

Examples:

• Deep fried alligator= not preposterous
• BUrrying your dead above ground= not preposterous
  
• Spending a good twenty minutes "ridding your sleeping quarters of negative voodoo energy" before sleep= not preposterous
  

One upside to being a flailing young writer in a creepy town where you have no friends is I have tons of time to update blogs. And watch the TREKKIES documentary for the bajillionth time. And eat numerous microwave dinners in single sittings not that i do that.