You know, I think my feelings are hurt. I was rather proud of the word "popporn" and no one said a thing! Gosh darnit!

A thorough financial analysis has led me to believe that I can't live in this house by myself, if it comes down to it. Well, I can...but I'd be on the starvation diet. I have to have one roommate...ideally two. So I've taken out an ad in craigslist to rent out the two rooms beneath me...hopefully to some girl who is going to school (or something to that effect). No responses yet, but I have hope!

The more I think about it the more I realize that the life I'm currently leading is not for me. I've let myself be seduced by the trappings of middle class "luxury". I've tried to mold myself into something I'm plainly not (I mean, seriously...I spent two years with acrylic nails...hello!!!!). I wasn't raised that way. Why? Ah, I'm still working on figuring that out. But I have got to get out, really and truly. I'll be the female Willy Loman, stuck in a downward spiral of memory and dementia. Won't that be lovely?

Hah! And how I am a member of the bourgeois, ever overtaxed, with none of the real privleges of wealth. But I can walk down (as I said in an earlier path) a simpler path...

and indeed I shall!

But that doesn't mean I'll stop shaving my legs and armpits. I don't mean to become THAT barbaric.