I love days like this - the weather is overcast and rainy (what I like to call “Seattlish”) and I have no commitments to busy myself with, so I can just sit on the patio at The Mill and drink coffee and smoke cigarettes and watch the people and read a book and surf the interwebz all at once. It’s fantastic.

Is this what retirement is like?! If so, then I’d like that job. Please and thanks.

As I was sitting here typing away, Boy With The Pretty Blue Eyes Who Used to Live Next Door To Me just walked up to chat for a bit. This is the second time I’ve seen him this weekend. That’s luck, that is. If you saw him (which you can’t, because you’re the internets), you’d know why I say that. He’s way dreamy. *swoon*

And because I feel like sharing, I’m currently reading a brilliant novel by Mark Haddon, called The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time. It’s absolutely marvelous, in an eccentric kind of way. Plus, it’s reteaching me all of the math that I conveniently forgot when I graduated high school, so now I can multiply and divide again! Woo hoo!

I’m thinking that I need a life goal. Like, professionally. Because, although I’d really like to retire at 26, I don’t think the gov’ment will let me. And I most definitely cannot work the job that I’m at for another 40 years. So, I’ve decided that if I’m not at a job that I actually enjoy by the time I’m thirty, I’m packing up my shit, moving to Europe, and living the rest of my years hopping country to country teaching English as a Foreign Language. My Russian degree will come in handy, as I intend to start the process by becoming TEFL certified in Prague. I’m hoping to teach a couple years in the Czech Republic, work my way through the rest of Eastern Europe, and then find an adorable Baltic boy to get married and have babies with. The pay is pretty shit, but it would be an amazing experience. Unfortunately, Mr. Visa (and Mr. Mastercard and Mr. Best Buy card, and Mr. Visa again) does not receive payment in “amazing experience,” so I have to take care of the bills before I go. And to do that, I have to work this shit job for a few more years. It’s like an endless cycle.

I just hope I make it out.