apartment searching with a year and a half's worth of atrocious credit accrued (and all in collections) is...well...rather difficult (even paying a very large sum upfront).

to live in what is basically a thousand dollar, smaller than I ever bargained for box of sorts, right off the beach or not, is the question?

I mean...there's the beach...and all things convenient...and no roommates...but there's the endless amount of noise I fear I will hear that will forever exacerbate the insomnia, the fact that writing songs will still be heard by neighbors, and the fact that the studio is without a stove. (not like I cook too terribly much anyway...but still).

again though, there is the beach. and I am a child again at the sight and sound of one.

the idea of a roommate makes me want to live in a cave. Nothing personal, of course... I feel I need the space to myself merely for the sake of my creativity which I feel like is on permanent hold anyway.

anyway, that's news here. I should also look into some pretty regular work that pays the bills too, as scraping by for almost a year now has been less fun than I imagined and getting heaps of debt off of my shoulders would make for a more sound version of me, all around.