Improv Living

When you're poor and don't have money to handle problems like you are use to handling them, you have to get creative. You have to improvise. I'm becoming very good at this kind of thing. Today at work I cut my finger, in a bad way. Instead of bandages or stitches, I ended up burning it shut with my lighter when I got home. It was, how do I say this, sort of empowering kind of. In the old days they knew how to deal with things on their own, so I'm just paying homage to my ancestors. And Boondock Saints. The first one, not the terrible sequel. Just the first one. So then I had to cut my hair, so I did it myself by borrowing a housemates clippers. I asked first, no worries. And then I wanted to have a fun night and enjoy some laughs. But without spending money. So I took dollar store sorbet that I bought the other day, added some Tropical Melon flavored Malibu Rum that was in the refrigerator, and sat down and enjoyed some TiVoed episodes of Golden Girls. Hek yes! That is quality television. And it was all going really well, until the Malibu kicked in and I began thinking about how much I hate the fact that I watch my favorite shows alone and not with my bf. Because I am currently lacking a bf. So yeh. Then I turned off the tv and came to my room. To write this little thing down real quick before I go to bed. Oh but not before I realized my space heater is making scary noises, so I guess I'm sleeping in my robe tonight, combined with my three comforters. And a body pillow. I don't mind Improv Living. It's sort of a right of passage. You just have to remember to laugh. It's just a lot harder to know when the punch line is, and when it's just a punch.

"Creativity is a type of learning process where the teacher and pupil are located in the same individual." -Arthur Koestler