So this entire life has turned out to be exponentially more odd than I had anticipated, and I had anticipated a lot of oddness.
OK, reasonablysunny is my IC and OOC AIM. Two accounts is too much trouble. In case anybody's interested.
Incidentally, Rose is body-switched at the moment, in case Kevin Spacy is confusing you.
Words cannot describe how fucked up this week has been.
Also, his name is Paulo, if you were wondering.
Crashing at the Filipino cook's place. Don't know his name. He doesn't speak much English and I don't speak any Portugese, but he managed to pick up on "My car is broken and I might screw you if you let me stay at your place." He does have a computer, though--I think it's his roomate's. I think he has a roommate, at least. Like I said, we haven't talked much.
So Vegas has been treating me like shit. I guess that's OK. No apartment, awful job... I ought to see about working at the Venetian. They have statues, right? I can do that. I just haven't got an outfit for it right now. I still have my old whiteface, though. Mostly I just use the uke. No prep time, no fuss. It's better than sitting around in the Volvo.
God, I need some friends or something. I don't think I can go on like this.
I should really learn Filipino cook's name. We haven't slept together (would be awkward afterwards, I think, and I'm not that desperate) or anything, but it seems like I ought to know who he is after a month of working together. And me sleeping in his roommate's bed and all. For that matter, I should find out his roommate's name. I hope he doesn't have fleas or something. Sure as hell needs to wash his sheets.
This is what I get for moving out here, y'know? Semi-seducing an immigrant so I'll have a place to stay. But it's better than Boston. Then again, anything's better than Boston.