Life as a Bum

Still no job, but I've been livin' large on the kindness of strangers. "Strangers" here refer to my roommates, family, and friends, by the way.

My schedule is sitting around, playing with the cats, looking at stuff on the internet. I stay up until the sun rises and sleep until about 2. The only productive thing I've done so far this week is put my rent check in the mail. But [other than rent and one pack of cigarettes] I haven't spent any money and I'm happy.
SH and our other roomie left a bunch of food in the freezer that I've been scavenging and I still have leftovers from Memorial Day. I eat one big meal a day and have a smaller one at night, which obviously isn't that great for you, but I've lost another 5 pounds.

I have plans to meet up with one of the capoeira dudes twice a week to do situps and kick each other, plus I found the 8-minute toning videos on Youtube, and that's been working out pretty well.

So far my only job prospect is signing up for a sugardaddy website, but odds are I wouldn't have the guts for it so one of these days I suppose I'll get bored or hungry enough to seriously look for a real job. I've got a few chapters of a book written in my head, that's something I've always wanted to do, but it's not really a pay-the-bill kind of enterprise. I have to brag that I am already published on Urban Dictionary.

I hung out with the guy from the double date again last weekend. We had both been out with different groups and met up at 2 in the morning. We talked and snuggled on my bed, kissed a little bit but didn't do anything else. It was still so nice and comfortable hanging out with him. He thinks I'm totally out of his league, which is pretty funny to me.

I'm taking care of the cats and the general welfare of the apartment since JB and Roomie are out more than they're in. They don't really appreciate the time I spent puttering around picking up the living room and wiping up the kitchen. I feel like a mom.

Anecdotal Non-Sequester:
I was watching vh1's 100 Greatest Hip-Hop Songs and The Fugee's "Killing Me Softly" was in there. It reminded me of something that happened back in highschool: I was riding shotgun and as part of my DJ Shottie duties, I put the Roberta Flack version on in my friend's car as we were driving around, probably to the mall. My friend listens for a minute then says, "This slow remake is good, but I like the original Lauryn Hill version better."
My jaw dropped and I sat in shocked silence for a minute before cracking up and explaining the things that were wrong with her for saying that.
Anyone else have a story about totally being a dick and showing up your friends but feeling awesome about it, even years later?