an update on the quarter life crisis.

up until sunday, i wanted to live in atlanta, but after visiting my sister that came in to question - it may drive me mad.
what to do, what to do.....

live in LA?
MARRY AN ARMY MAN. ps i am serious, i want to be an army wife. its great. all the perks of marriage, free insurance, and the asshole is gone half the time anyways.

bike across america.
talked to erik/dan......dan brings up valid points as to why this is a bad idea...namely why would you want to bike across the scaulding hot american desert.
so maybe bike from wash/san diego.

or maybe move to seattle
or maybe australia?
i jsut threw australia in, but the others were all real plans.

also, ive had my first not one but TWO anxiety dreams about buenos aires.
on monday night i dreamt this:

got off plane. dad was with me. we split at enterance to city.....dad went to hotel, i went to house. followed mikes directions...went down hall...all of a sudden i was just in a living room. no door.
was this my house? or one of those hotel like enterances?
turn around, mike is drinking a frappuccino and vacuuming (would never ever happen)
truth. the house has no door.

turns out, it does.

but then yesterday night, i dreamt that linda and i went to ba and we were walking through the city trying to find the apt.
but it wasnt really ba it was like fucking baghdad or something like baghdad in 1920, with little men hawking wares off of little velvet blankets. and people were playing frisbee - massive games of frisbee - but every time it came to me, it turned into an earring and fell onto the velvet blankets and i had to carefully manuvre it out except it was tretorous becuase they had monkeys and thoguht i was stealing.
and then we finally found the apartment.
we followed three generations of women into the home ---a 65 year old, her daughter, and a 2 year old girl. they were clearling talking hushedly about linda and i under their breath, but they did not stop us.
the entrance was the same as monday night - but with a door this time.
then we went up a small flight of stairs and htere was a bedroom off to the right - a beautiful room with a huge white canopy bed - the three women lived there.
to the left was a rickety old set of steps, which we took up.
that was where everyone else lived....SIX little triangular bed, in groups of three.
linda lay down, and commented on the fact that her fleas had returned very nonchallantly.
she then killed hte one that had hopped out of her hair on to the bed.
in came a group of three, and a few minutes later a painfully good looking black man. his name was chaireeot. he knew linda from chicago - has lin even ever been to chicago?

absurd.
i need to go work on a vineyard.