Bringing the indoors out

Two brothers from Brazil are living in (on?) their tacked to the side of a building living room for twelve hours a day in the name of art. Crazy.. cool?  They have been at this since May and plan on going till august.  I'm not really sure I'd call it art, perhaps extremely expressionistic living. Its looks like when it was flat it was an awesome living room. 

(via cakeheadlovesevil and designformankind)

Sad?

'A 72-year old Romanian woman kept her husband's death a secret for two weeks because she wanted to make sure he was really dead, and not just pretending to be dead so he could go be with his mistress. '- boing boing

is it sad if I find this slightly amusing? 

Had an interview at 8:30 two mornings ago. Instead of going, chose sleeping in and morning sex. And I wonder why I've been stuck at the same job for so long. I feel like I need someone walking around behind me with a gun at my back for me to accomplish anything. And that person needs to be me. 

(image- http://mila-loveology.blogspot.com/)

Its so grey today. I'm sick of hearing about how great LA weather is.  Its never great, its just never bad enough for long enough for people to complain.  But I can, it never quite warm enough or cool enough or dry enough to be perfect like they claim.  Especially today. I hate my job. I wanna disappear into a cloud.

Fish

I still can't believe I'm still here. In LA. I know I need to be planning ahead, I want to go back to school. Vaguely. But every time I think of moving to where I want to be I can't think any further because it means leaving what I have here. I never thought I'd let a person tie me down, but that's exactly what I'm doing. Moving means leaving him, and he is my entire life here, so it means leaving my life. It scares me so much. But I can't see us together forever anyway, I think its something that will have to happen at some point. I just really don't want to do it. But I'm starting to get good interview again. Jobs that would be long term and I need to figure out if I want to continue with them, plan to stay long term, or not. I need to figure out how to rely on myself again. 

I need fish tacos.