well, actually, my life. my 25 year old “adult” life. out of Wisconsin for the past 2 years, 4 months, and 22 days. resident of Los Angeles (Hollywood to be exact). college educated with a degree in English literature. comfortable and semi-interesting corporate office job that i’m growing to hate a little more each day. i have health insurance! that’s a plus, but i don’t take advantage of it as much as i probably should. i hate going to the doctor. i’ve been getting better with the dentist though. proud owner of a black macbook but too poor to continue the protection plan so i hope to god nothing happens to this thing. i would cry. hard. moreso than i did when i realized i broke the lcd in the beautiful 32″ flat screen HD television my boss gave me when she relocated to Austin. that was a sad, defeated day. i’ve been carting it around ever since waiting for the day $700 falls in my lap so i can maybe fix it. maybe. the tv repairmen assured me “there are no guarantees with those things”. awesome.

so i just moved into my first studio apartment. up until now it’s been all dorms, shared houses, two bedroom apartments, and roommates. not that big of a deal i guess when you consider most of my classmates in suburban Wisconsin are buying houses, getting married, and having babies. however, it’s not 75 degrees there year around and catching a show by one of your favorite bands happens like, once a year. so you can see how i ended up here. i fit the profile. Los Angeles, the city of transient dreamers. in fact i’m dreaming right now: it’s June 1st. what kind of plan can i come up with to make rent next month? keep in mind, the rent for my modest studio apartment costs about as much as a mortgage back home in child-bearing Wisconsin. oh, the things we do to feel alive

broke and kind of loving it (i’m sure that will change),
racheljean
over & out.