The Good and the Bad

Since last night, I've been housesitting for my friend taking care of her chihuahua while she's out of town. I haven't house sat since college nor have had the responsiblity of taking care of an animal in a few years. The dog is adorable, but I'm afraid I'm going to drop something on it and crush it. I feel bad leaving it alone all day while at work, but what can you do? It's small enough, so I could probably sneak it in. Just kidding. Sorta Boyfriend has been crashing with me, too. It's freaking me out a little bit--having a live in for a few days. I keep thinking about living in L.A with Ex-Boyfriend being all domesticated and owning a cat. At the same time, I'll admit it's nice to wake up to him and come home to someone I don't hate. I really want to take over my friend's lease in September, but I can't afford it. It's been nice being away from my shitty roommates, too. They keep getting worse. I'm the only one who ever wakes up early, so they stay up late drinking and having people over at crazy hours. But fuck 'em. I'm moving out in less than two weeks. I never want to have roommates again.

Speaking of moving, I'm taking the place in the South Loop for the month of August. It has an amazing view of the Lake and Grant Park, it's quiet and I can live completely alone. The only thing is I'm not supposed to be there. In order to legit sublet, I'm supposed to get a credit check, show the leasing company my past two pay stubs, past lease agreements, and if I don't make a certain amount of money, get a co-signer. WTF? All for one month? My friend who I'm subletting from has decided not to tell the leasing company that I'm staying there. Of course, we both could get into a lot of trouble, but if they ask, I'm his girlfriend staying for a few days. I should mention my friend was named by Chicago Magazine as one of Chicago's most eligible bachelors. Interesting. Too bad he's moving to Amsterdam. Oh wait, what am I saying. I already have a guy. So, now I have to put a bunch of my stuff in storage at another friend's place and then move. Hopefully it won't be too hard. Come September, I'll have to figure it out again. Fun! But at least I can finally be a grown up and live alone.

Today I got bad news: I'm not getting my press pass to Pitchfork this weekend even though I was promised it months ago. Apparently Pitchfork people are stingy and only allot a certain amount of passes. Oh well. I'm sure I can find another way in, but it's not worth it at this point. I'm not that excited about the lineup and it's a very long weekend, but I know a lot of people who are going and it's the principal I'm most upset about. I should have no problem getting passes to these sorts of things. Don't people know who I am? I don't want to miss out, even though I've gone the past three years. I'm not giving up hope yet, but I'm about to say, fuck it. I'll go hang out by the pool instead.