into the elevator & asked
for my phone number, she said.
I didn’t lead you on. In fact,
I tried discouraging you.
I told you I had lots of problems.
I was used to being alone. But now
that you’ve wedged yourself into my life,
don’t think leaving me will be as smooth
as our first elevator ride. It’ll be
like walking up a flight of stairs. Wedged, by Hal Sirowitz 29 May 12
So life is quite chaotic at the moment. I’m moving (to a great but more expensive one bedder in Paddington), I got a temporary promotion at The Job (which pays well but I actually don’t want), and my personal life has moved on from being in shambles to simply being non-existent.
I also recently came to the conclusion that I have to pursue writing professionally. I have no qualifications and next to none experience doing so - not to mention, no bloody idea how to start on this sort of career path - but it’s like the blood in my veins and the synapses in my brain will accept nothing less from me now. Writing is the only thing that is clear to me, that makes sense.
Change is good and exactly what I need, but the hell if it’s easy. I’m just clinging on the debris of this whirlwind, and hoping I land safely.
26 May 12‘Cause I love my pal Dennis Culver’s just-completed chronological lineup of Dean Peltons from Community, ‘cause I barely slept last night, ‘cause I love making sweet sweet gifs, I give you this animated finale to Dennis’ Deanstravaganza.
YOU’RE WELCOME AMERICA.
