I'd rather be lucky than good.

Back in November I got this Facebook wall post from one of my favorite bloggers (and IRL friend!) Bex.

G! What on earth has happened to your life since we saw each other last? You went to court, had surgery, are now In a Relationship and you LOST YOUR iPHONE?


Yes, that's what's been goin' on. And the answers to all those questions are, respectively: charges dropped, breast, yes, and I got a new one. Each one of those are worthy of several posts, but I've exhausted the topics by repeating them so much verbally. I just can't elaborate any more right now. I do have much to say about all of the above, however, ranging from my disillusionment with the health care system and gratitude for my parent's financial support for said breast surgery, to my run in with the law and having my first attorney. I guess the Serious Relationship thing is kind of a big deal, too.

Basically things are kind of different. Including that I am now thirty. Yes. THIRTY. I probably wouldn't mention this fact had the past three months of being thirty not been a glorious departure from the shit storm that was The Twenties. I am not unconvinced I didn't walk around with a glittery marquis sign above me for the entirety of the decade (invisible only to me) that screamed "Fuck this bitch."

Although there has been some holdovers. I'm still excelling in my wheelhouse of "car problems" and "evictions".

Exhibit A: Right before the holidays some kind jackoff hit my parked car and knocked off the bumper. I think about this person at least once a day and wish them evil things. Like a knocked off side mirror and a flat tire in rush hour traffic on the 405. (Also instead of using my blog as a platform for iPhone solicitation, as was last year's urgent request, this year I'm asking for a Prius. Dream big and impractically, I've always said.)

Exhibit B: Also right before the holidays, the place I've been living in in scenic downtown LA got foreclosed on, and I was told that the bank wants us out, like, ASAP. (Soooo... where was that rent money going if not the mortgage?) But whatever, who wants to live in a nice building with a pool and famous people and a doorman anyway. Not me.

But now that I'm thirty, things are getting progressively better. Including The boyfriend and me moving in together, which is like winning a Prius and a brand new iPhone all at once. Which leads us to my first point of order in the new year (and upcoming post): Cohabitation. Gentle Interfriends, I am about to embark upon the glorious enterprise otherwise known as "living in sin". And I have much to learn about this endeavor. Although. I've been living in sin long before Boyfriend came along, so it already feels pretty homey.