Wherein Bry is ready, ready, ready to move in to her new apartment.

I've been a bit MIA lately and there are various reasons for it. One, I am, like always, struggling to make it through November in one emotional piece. I'm not sure what it is about November, but I always have a horrible month. Just super unhappy with everything.

But mostly I am MIA because I'm hoboing it up this month.

I've been waiting for various apartment to be completed. Apparently all of the affordable apartments in this city are rented to people who do not take good care of their apartments and do not know how to move out correctly. Which would explain why there are no affordable apartments to people of small means in a decent neighborhood.

This last apartment that I will.......YAYA......get the keys to Monday........is a two bedroom, has a fire place, is on the major bus lines and in a good pocket of SE Portland, on SE Clinton between SE Hawthorne and SE Division. Which means nothing to you if you are not from Portland but means a lot to me as I can walk to Powell's, get coffee in several different directions, and most importantly, have a bus ride home post 12am.

YAYA.

In the mean time, I've been staying with MK, IK, and AM in NoPo. I'm pretty sure they are about ready to throw me out on my ass.

But as I said, I get to move in next week and I'm very excited. The last time I lived alone was in 2005. We shall see how this goes. Hopefully I can afford it but I may have to resort to getting a roommate.

"Pre-maturely old spinster seeks quiet roommate that doesn't make a mess or noise and preferably does not talk. I like Snuggies, pie, coffee, reading and sleeping. You must have a boyfriend or girlfriend and sleep over at their house 5-7 days a week. Prefer if your interests include constantly playing the quiet game, obsessive cleaning, and paying for cable all on your own. I am okay with pets as long as the pet loves me best and you pay all the animal bills. In exchange, I promise to charge you half the rent and utilities."

Know anyone looking for a roommate?

Wherein Bry does some stuff and then eats some pie.

I typed up a blog on my phone while waiting for Nugget and then my phone went and died for no reason (unless it was trying to say "Listen beyotch, if you insist on dropping me on my head, then I insist on not working"). Which is just another reason why I hate technology. If you write something on a piece of paper, it doesn't disappear when the power shuts off or the battery dies. And if you drop the piece of paper on the floor, it doesn't break.
Well whatever I wrote, it went something like this.

I have not been blogging much lately because I've been tired and busy. If I wasn't sleep and time impoverished, I would blog every day. Instead, you get a blog whenever I damn well feel like it.

A lot has happened over the past few weeks but I either can't remember it because I'm too tired or it is not as funny or important as I once thought.

RF visited for the better part of 2 weeks and we spent the time eating, drinking and having a gay old time. No really, a gay time. We spent a lot of time talking about or actually pursuing men. I won't talk about the men on men action here. I don't want to make you blush and besides, does the FCC monitor blog content?

TN and his man-friend MS visited, too. I think MS is great and it is always nice when my friends date people I don't have to pretend to like.

I'm also moving again. Soon. I hate moving and it sucks and I'm tired of it. So I have 3 options.

1) Find a cheap place I will want to stay in forever.

2) Couch surf.

3) Move into KTs garage.

So prepare yourselves for options 2 and 3, they involve you.

My birthday is next week. I've never been too "birthday birthday" but I am looking forward to a dinner with friends and perhaps a walk or swing afterwards.

I am a bit nervy about turning 30. I always wanted to make it to Europe before I was 30 and it is not even on the horizon. It is really the only thing I've ever thought about wanting to do before hitting 30. I'm not after a husband or kids, just a bit of adventure.

I kind of remember this blog being much funnier before my phone tried to eff me over. But in between, I've eaten some soup and pie and now I'm lethargic despite copious amounts of coffee.

Today I was walking with my lethal umbrella and accidentally poked a service dog with it. His name was Sparky and he was quite nice about the whole endeavor and thank god his owner was blind so she didn't see me almost make her service dog need a service dog of his own.

There, I saved the blog from complete junk.