arg. i am trying to be calm, trying to not be frustrated, failing miserably.
i had housing all sorted out for the fall in boston. it was one of the few things that genuinely excited me about moving back. moving into a co-op with rad queer people.
then an evil landlord hit and look what happens. he raised the rent $800 for the 5 of us to split and it was just near bearable before.. and now i have no housing
wah! shit. now what? this really makes me reconsider what i am doing… deadly, very deadly. i do not need more motivation to stay on the west coast.