What what?

It's been a while, a long ass while. Nothing new has been crazy. Just chilling with my dumb cats. One is a stoner, and the other is a meth head. Jesse the Cat Ventura is fiesty, and Quill is cool. I hope they chill out soon!

An Aside

I don't have a car. I never owned one. I never really wanted to, but I moved to a place where the busses quit at 6pm on the weekends. I'm going to need a car.

Anyway, a man recognized me yesterday. He was driving in a parking lot yelling to someone nearby. Then he said, 'hey, I saw you down by the Smith's. You're always walking' (probably not his exact words, but close enough). I said 'yeah. I don't have a car, so I walk.' He offered me a ride, then he offered to smoke me up. I said no to both. I don't smoke, and even if I did I wouldn't in some stranger's car. It felt odd, though; am I the only girl with a purple coat in Santa Fe? Will I ever know anonymity again? Santa Fe is kinda wayyyy too tiny.

Work

I've been looking for a job since I got out here. After two months of emailing resumes, filling out applications, and a handful of interviews, and I am finally 'part of the team.' That's what my new boss said; part of the team. So hooray. Go me. FINALLY!

In other news, I had another interview last week. It was crazy. After maybe ten minutes of rapid questions from three different blue-eyed people, I was sent on my way, dazed. I didn't get that job. Whatevs. The interview was so rapid and odd, though. Made me laugh the whole way home.

The Library

I got a library card as soon as I could.

I changed my address with the post office, checked the mail everyday (mailbox is outside, down two flights, and like 100 feet away), and rushed to get the card as soon as I got the letter proving my residency. It was awesome. I could read again! We had to leave our books in PA for reasons I won't go into (to prevent anger!).

Libraries have always been a wonderful, quiet refuge to me. Santa Fe's public library is no exception. It might not be huge, but nothing in Santa Fe is huge except the number of galleries.

Anyway, I had a point other than stating my love for libraries. There are no late fees here !!!!! Omg, right? Haa. Borrowing privileges may be suspended after two weeks, but they don't charge you! I feel as though due dates are probably not respected as much, but damn, man, I don't owe them a dime! I'm returning my book today that was due on Tuesday. I feel a little irresponsible, but they aren't going to charge me!

Idk, maybe it's not that exciting. Or maybe it is!

DO NOT

DON'T blog when you're mad

DON'T assume

DON'T blame yourself for everything. Sometime people are just sad

DON'T drink to oblivion

DON'T cry

DON'T talk about food and nutrition. No one cares

DON'T treat others the way you deserve to be treated

DON'T hate on others because you hate yourself

DON'T hate movies. That's his thing. Hating movies is like hating him

DON'T uhh, yeah, just don't. Quit being insufferable.

Confession

Forgive me, vegan god, for I have sinned..

I just moved to Santa Fe, and I've never been so broke! Being broke leads to being hungry. Being hungry leads to poor decisions.

Our dishes arrived.. after a month!! Imagine using a set of tupperware for that long. Imagine depending on a microwave for that long. Ughh, I didn't even have my spices til last week. Imagine the yuck.

So I ate ramen.. lots of ramen. The non-vegan brand is 20 cents. The vegan brand is a dollar. My wallet made the choice.

I wish that was the worst of it.. but alas, I am weak. I ate some of B's burritos. Bean and cheese burritos.

Then.. on Xmas day.. we were chilling with a family I hadn't met beforehand. It was kinda last minute. I had mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes with marshmallows, corn, and rolls. None were vegan, and I had two servings. I should have gone hungry or told everyone I was sick. I shouldn't have let their expectations dictate my eating. I shouldn't have listened to B. He hates my not eating cheese :-(

I woke up this morning after another disturbing dream. I was at a metal show (B likes black metal and such), and we were chowing down on people! The bones were crunchy.. I think I ralphed.

I don't want to hate myself after eating dairy, but I guess I'm brainwashed. A year of doctrine can't easily be ignored. I'm not sure that's a bad thing, but being vegan while broke (and without pots and pans) is rough! I own books about affordable vegan living too!

Excuses, excuses.. guess I am an excuse-itarian this month. Or a vegetarian.. whatevs. New year, new me, new (well, old) diet.

Nicety

People here are nice. I think I already mentioned that. I wonder how many transplants such as myself feel crass or rude in comparison. I feel loud and obnoxious, and I don't fit in yet. I guess I'll have to chill.. B Haa decided to tread on egg shells until we've broken in; I don't want to pretend a new identity. I am unfortunately the least lady-like lady you could ever know. I mean... I'm usually kind, and I try to be polite, but there's something loud within despite my meek voice. It's quite an adjustment.. mofo.