We have been moving our stuff to the new flat this whole weekend and it looks like we're pretty much ready to give the keys of our old appartement away. I'm not going to miss it, it was always ment to be just a temporary place while we search for a bigger one. There are some really good memories from here though; our friends came to visit and we drank our asses off, I once almost fell down from the window and realized that I almost died only the next morning; sex, drugs, rock n roll, cigarettes, sunsets, dawns, twilights, hangovers, highs, musicmusicmusic, playing guitar, singing, tabledrumming, the old, scary lift that once almost died in between the floors with 5 people in it (the limit is 2), the cute but annoying neighbor who plays french rap till 3am...
Yesterday we decided to get to know our neighborhood so we took a camera and cigarettes and started wandering around in the 13th arrondissement. We found the center of the Chinatown of Paris 2 streets down from us and spent the afternoon in an asian supermarket buying knives, ashtrays, kettles, soap and other stuff we need in our new appartement.
Me, at the moment, I'm terribly stressed. I'm only extra in the restaurant I work in and I work only when they need an extra pair of hands and it starts to look like I'm not getting those precious work calls nearly enough. So I need to find a new job, soon. That is the number 1 of my problems. Number 2 is J. I hadn't seen him in almost a month and today he sent me a text and a mail just like nothing had happend. Well, technically nothing DID happen, we just stopped seeing each other since it looked like he was having little bit too much fun with a female friend of his. I do know where to stop if you don't want to get hurt: it's easier to learn not to care the earlier you give up.
Anyhow, he invited me to a camping trip in a forest next weekend. We're going to sleep in tents and all, and eventhough I said well why not, it sounds like fun, I'm a little terrified. You see, the thing that I hate and fear the most in this whole wide world is bugs. I don't care if it's just a tiny mosquito or a huge 12-legged flying crossbreed of a maggot, cockroach and a wasp, I'm going to scream anyway. Also, camping? Really? Me? Although I used to live in the countryside I can't remember a single time I would've slept in a tent in a forest voluntarily. Then again, we're probably going to have fun smoking weed and drinking wine.
He also said he would like to take me on a ride with his motorbike since we never got to do it when we were seeing each other regulalry. I said, I'll see when I have some free time, I'll let you know.
I should ask if S wants to join in, the camping trip I mean, then I would feel so much safer since the first night in our flat we found a huge snail sitting on our sink and she just shrugged her shoulders and took it out while I was screaming and panicattacking in the opposite side of the room.
Is everything going to be fine?
..god only knows.
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