Small Attempts

I wish there were thoughts floating through my head all of the time....I wish that life were interesting enough for me to regale you all with tales for days. But, alas, I'm not that interesting as of late. I haven't done much besides work and attempt to find singing gigs in this city. I feel like my life is a reality show minus all of the editing....so I have a 150hrs of boring until we get to the juicy bits (5 minutes in comparison). I'm pretty sure everyone's life is as such. Hmmm.... I suppose this weekend was juicy, but not in the way I wish - no romance or new shoes or anything nice really. I had a "The Hills" worthy argument with one of my roomies over my general disdain for our personality clashes. All of this was spurred on by the third roomie who was tired of tension and feeling like a middle-man....Honestly, though I know the tension in a home can be exhausting for friendships, I don't think it was her place to essentially force us to talk before either of us were ready. It just makes living a bit more uncomfortable - not less. We've both said our parts and now more than ever, I don't want to be in the same space too long for fear I may explode with explicatives and whatnot. Here's to hoping that I can control my tongue and remember that this arrangement isn't permanent and this situation is beneath my contempt. Maybe one day we'll look back and laugh at all of this. Maybe not.