Since last week:

A friend I've known for about five or so years thought my last name was fake.

I started working at and promptly quit a job :(

One of the cats scratched one of my boobs, which I didn't know about until I noticed a slightly-healed cat scratch on one of my boobs.

I was ~discovered~ by a model scout while walking down Chestnut Street in Philadelphia.

Dad met Yumi, the blowup doll that's been hanging around the house since Christmas night.

I worked the merch table at my friends' band's reunion show and made $12 in tips.

I'm not one for resolutions, or even really bettering myself all that much because I'm too ennui and lazy to put forth effort with anything that has to do with being happy, but since I plan on uprooting and moving across the country this year, I suppose I should probably change the way in which I barely live. My struggles are hardly anything compared to most struggles, I'm sure, and I'm also sure that they're of my own doing in one way or another, but I don't want to be hungry and cold and tired anymore. That sounds dramatic when typed out that way, but living off of Cheez-Its for days at a time because who has money to grocery shop? and walking for miles in the cold because I can't afford bus fare, let alone a car, and consistently napping at night instead of really sleeping is no fun at all. I need to be better at this dumb life! And I should probably start liking me more, too. #POSIPOST