Kentucky, here I come...


Lately I have been doing nothing but daydreaming about Burning Man and Kentucky. Not together... I am totally excited about Burning Man, but equally so about Kentucky. I cannot wait to get the %$&* out of Portland. I hate this place. Sorry to anyone who likes it here, but I think it sucks. Wages are low, unemployment is high, weather is crap, city is congested, and taxes are F-ing insane. Other than that, it's a cool place, I guess.

But, Kentucky! I know nothing about it, which is perfect. I am finding out bits and pieces as I go, such as this house for rent within biking distance to my school: 1 bedroom for about $500. There's lots of houses made out of brick there, which make me think there are no earthquakes.

I want to get rid of my car if possible--spend and entire year bike commuting or taking the bus. I have never done that before. I think it would be a nice change from spending upwards of $500 a month for the luxury of transportation. I may get a roommate if Brandon can't come. It might be fun to live alone again. I loved that. I'll live without TV again, no prob. No meat, either. That saves a lot of $$. Stupid bacteria-and-hormone-infested meat sucks anyway. If Brandon comes, no prob. I'd love to have him, and we can get a sweeet $800 a month 2-bedroom place, still in biking distance to school!

The Ohio river (I think) runs through the city, so he can even kiteboard there if there's a good launch. There are windsurfers on the river, too. I can get health insurance through the school, along with gym membership and all the goodies. And for only $40,000 a year! Bargain!

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