Saturday, July 14, 2012

Rich and Miserable

As I write this, I am sitting in an expensive recliner with a touch-screen computer monitor on the table to my right, and the thin, wireless keyboard in my lap.

I'm not looking at the screen; I'm staring at the flatscreen TV on the wall across from me. It's big enough for two or three people to sleep on if it were laid on the ground.

Snuggled into my right leg is a small, brown poodle.

Upstairs is a theater-sized screen hooked up to every game system ever produced, with several controllers for each, and charging stations for everything. There are also three beds from which I can take my pick tonight.

Downstairs is a pool table, a treadmill, and elliptical, and probably a good amount of alcohol.

What am I doing?

I'm house-sitting, for Collin's family. {Collin is the little first-grader I tutored this year.}

They've gone out of town on vacation to the Dominican Republic {Yeah, no big deal.}, so I get to stay here over the weekend :D Someone else is coming to house-sit for the rest of the week.

Money does not make you happy, but I'd much rather be crying and miserable in a house like this than a dirty little shack. Just saying.

The overwhelming irony is that I'm actually doing just that XD


P.S. Don't worry. I'm just going through my usual FUCK EMOTIONS phase. I'll be fine soon. Go in peace.


  1. Don't be sad! Watch jenna marbles or something!

    <3 Frozen