december 19

fast one

This will be fast, if only to get that last pathetic entry down.

The neighbor, Erin, is coming back from a two-month stint in Mexico and I am leaving in five minutes to go pick her up. I am in denial about what kind of debauchery will ensue during the 3-5 days that she sleeps on our couch (she is now homeless). We will drink tremendous amounts of alcohol starting tonight. I imagine she will take up again with one or more ex-boyfriends, either because she hasn't had any in a while (although I bet she has) or to get a bed to sleep in, or both. This is none of my business and I will pretend not to notice.

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We are broke. Fucking broke. Again, in denial. A*'s job is getting iffy, we think, and we also know he'll be traveling. He is considering other options. He was looking at SE Michigan, where he is from, but I'll be damned if I'm moving any place smaller than Portland. That defeats the purpose of moving which is to go to some place with more options.

The Boutique needs work and fast. People take too long to make decisions.

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A designer we worked with last year invited himself to our office and, as it always does with him, the conversation turned to porn. We decided that I'm not dirty enough to be your generic phone sex worker, but I could have a niche market of guys who like to watch girls at the gym. I'll be Gym Girl! I'll talk dirty to guys on the phone by riding my stationary bike, breathing hard, describing my skimpy attire, and telling them what exercises I'm doing. The bonus is that I'll actually do these things so it will be like getting paid to work out! Genius!

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Must go pick up Erin. God help me. It's going to be ugly. I pray she's not already (or still) drunk.

- december 19