Copilots & Homies

A mere $55 dollars later, plus the $2 batteries, and I was in uniform A bitch is living. I have finally recovered a week later after finally seeing the babies up close (well, as close as I'll ever get to see them really beyond the screen..haha, BTS, beyond the screen) and personal. I was lucky enough to score a ticket through a friend of a friend (you know how that goes) so shout to OG Uh-nuh for the heads up and Anna-cubed for the follow through. But on a typical why-we-pay-outrageous-amounts-to-live-in-California sunny day, I made my way to Pasadena to see them perform at the Rose Bowl. My poor over saturated, high cholesterol-probably heart was fangirling to the max. And I was totally unprepared. I arrived about two hours before the venue doors were even to be opened thinking that that was enough time. And sure, it was for: making your way to general parking, walking from the golf course to the stadium, finding Anna-cubed with my ticket and standing in line for a bathroom. ...

Tomorrow is work. Work is tomorrow. But I broke out my dusty ass laptop because I just needed to do something else other than watch another Criminal Minds episode, pay my bills and begin the fret of mentally preparing myself for another day at the office. Seriously, I'm at the point where I've adopted their lingo as well. Ask me why I began labeling anyone remotely annoying "Unsubs". A bitch thinks she's Dr. Reid right now.  I digress. It's more than just the routine I'm stuck in post-secondary higher level education. I want something different. And as we all know, wanting and wishing doesn't necessarily equate to actual results. My reservations about my routine are exactly that: I like routine. I like predictability and safety and comfort. Yet I seek more (don't we all?). In trying to treat that nagging, incessant itch, I have made some out of comfort, yet still safe, decisions. For one, I applied for another job. It's a temporary one that ...