Greetings Chums:
I was without Internet for a while. I now have it again. Also, my gas was off, which meant no hot water or cooking, which sucked, but the gas company dicks are coming to fix it today so that pleases me.
Other than that, let's see. My job search is not going well. I am not getting many calls. This confuses me. I have 8 years experience and went to an Ivy League-caliber school, you'd think someone would at least give me an interview. I dunno.
My daughters come home from their grandparents' house next Tuesday. I am excited to see them. That will be grand! The prospect of resurgent day care bills is a bit horrifying, but manage I must as I always have. I am trying to sell some fiction stories and poems and do some more freelance journalism, but that sort of thing usually takes a few months to bear fruit. You generally find out in three to six months whether or not they want to print it, and in another three to six months you get paid.
Um ... I turn 30 on Saturday. My girlfrend and my sidekick are taking me to lunch that day. And my GF's parents are taking me to dinner tomorrow. (The ass of one of my cats is now directly in my face. Please excuse me ... ah, there we go, I can see you now. Ah haha ... why ... hello )
So where was I ... oh yes, birthday. The truth be told, I don't get very excited about my birthday. In fact, I feel like i have to pretend that I am happy about it so as not to seem ungrateful to others who DO care about it. It's not about getting old ... I'd rather be old. I want to be very old and sit in a rocking chair on a porch and be extraordinarily cantankerous. Even more so than I am now ... but so it goes.
Postscript: In retrospect, something about the phrase "violent wrath of an Amish warlord" is just plain funny.
I was without Internet for a while. I now have it again. Also, my gas was off, which meant no hot water or cooking, which sucked, but the gas company dicks are coming to fix it today so that pleases me.
Other than that, let's see. My job search is not going well. I am not getting many calls. This confuses me. I have 8 years experience and went to an Ivy League-caliber school, you'd think someone would at least give me an interview. I dunno.
My daughters come home from their grandparents' house next Tuesday. I am excited to see them. That will be grand! The prospect of resurgent day care bills is a bit horrifying, but manage I must as I always have. I am trying to sell some fiction stories and poems and do some more freelance journalism, but that sort of thing usually takes a few months to bear fruit. You generally find out in three to six months whether or not they want to print it, and in another three to six months you get paid.
Um ... I turn 30 on Saturday. My girlfrend and my sidekick are taking me to lunch that day. And my GF's parents are taking me to dinner tomorrow. (The ass of one of my cats is now directly in my face. Please excuse me ... ah, there we go, I can see you now. Ah haha ... why ... hello )
So where was I ... oh yes, birthday. The truth be told, I don't get very excited about my birthday. In fact, I feel like i have to pretend that I am happy about it so as not to seem ungrateful to others who DO care about it. It's not about getting old ... I'd rather be old. I want to be very old and sit in a rocking chair on a porch and be extraordinarily cantankerous. Even more so than I am now ... but so it goes.
Postscript: In retrospect, something about the phrase "violent wrath of an Amish warlord" is just plain funny.
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chum, chum, chum.........what a cute little bum
sorry, that was odd