Cry Baby in Current Events

Hi Prosebox. It’s me again. I’m here to bitch and moan as always.

First world problems. On my way to my sisters yesterday I stopped at a few stores and the disappointment of not finding anything I wanted put me in a bad mood. Luckily, my sister always has wine in stock. We had a pleasant evening. She cooked a one pot pasta outside for us and her kids.

I’m looking for a nice linen shirt. I have one, I shrunk it. I stretched it out but the sleeves no longer reach to my wrists. I’m six feet tall, this is my problem with everything. I’m thin to boot. Clothes made for my waist size are not usually designed for length. I like my clothes to actually fit. Gen Z is drowning themselves trying to achieve that 90s aesthetic. I’m not going back to that. Maybe I’m just stuck in the 2000’s.

I had my heart set on the beach today. I helped my sister pick up her husbands truck, then I was to drive down to the Forks and have brunch with the girls so we can plan our camping trip. Leanne failed to manage her babysitter, or something. This put our plans all over the place. Carly and I caved and now 3 out of 4 of us are meeting up in an hour. Not at the beach. Ange and Leanne are too self-conscious, I assume, to go to a beach.

They are self-conscious because of people like me. I want to go people watching. I want to see attractive people. Desperately. It’s just mingers everywhere I go. Whenever I see that 1 out of a 1000 that I want to check out something gets in my way. I don’t know what happened over the last ten years but everywhere I go it’s just enormous people. It was not this bad 10 years ago in my city. We locked the world down to protect these people. Vaccine amnesty my ass.

Anyway, it is not the end of the world. Once I eat I’ll feel better. The weather is perfect for the beach. I wanted to go for a walk on the trails. National parks are free this weekend. Ange and Leanne are never down for that either. It wouldn’t kill them.

Is my roommate home? I honestly can’t tell. She locks herself in her room. Doesn’t even come out to eat anymore. She won’t touch my food. She just tears through all of the snacks still after I go to bed. Her keys are here. Her bike is here. I don’t see any evidence that she made coffee or food last night. She could have quietly died from a coincidence in her room, it would take days before I notice. It’s almost 2pm, she doesn’t usually sleep this late. Not my problem.

I’m on my balcony typing this from my phone. I want to sweep this balcony but my neighbour is on her little porch below. She will throw a fit. She is always home. I think she is on disability. It’s annoying because I just want to sit on the balcony and she will try to chat. Most days, her and her 15 year old daughter will lay in their bikinis on the lawn to get a tan. Gross. Not my business but I’m a grumpy old man now lol.

Ugh, it’s a can’t get my way vibe. Always.

Speaking of being old. Music today sucks. It probably sucked back in my day but what did I know while I was young and dumb. It’s just background noise now. This came on the radio this morning and I was like… this is good. Country music and rap music are so lame now. It’s all the same thing. Cars or trucks, drugs or booze, dance floor or bar, women. Just a parody. Just be country and make music and whatever.

PS
My roommate IS home and JUST woke up and got out of bed. It’s 2 pm! Blimey.

Last updated June 11, 2023