So..... we're leaving. There's a shocker.
We just can't stand it here. Neither one of us has been this depressed since they cancelled "Dynasty". The boyfriend despises his job, and they're screwing him on pay. And the advertising biz here is a joke. Aint enough Port-A-Potty ads in the world to make this place doable. I would have stuck my head in the oven long ago if it wasn't electric.
So over the holidays we started planning our escape.
In a perfect world, which this place isn't (not by a long shot), we'd just break the lease and go. But we aren't in a financial position to take that hit. So we're going to have to tough out the lease, hoping not to go completely mad. That gives us eight months, which we're going to need to finalize our plans.
They're still a bit rough, the plans. A bit sketchy. Unfocused if you will. Here's what we have so far:
Step 1: Get the fuck out of Bakersfield.
Step 2: ???
Step 3: ???
Step 4: Mai Tais on the beach at Kona
So as you can see, some work to do.
In the meantime, we'll count down the days, like Martha Stewart in jail.
Maybe I'll start a poncho.
