Haven't been here in a while because I am out kicking all sorts of new ass.
As of Friday, SLG knows this is my last month with them. I wish I could continue but it isn't financially feasible.
Image Comics is my new sugar momma. I brought D with me to meet my coworkers at beer o'clock at Jupiter last Thursday. I think I am in love with those folks. Now all I have to meet is the Laurenn. Kinda nervous 'cos I like her art so much. In the end I know I'll just pretend I'm like, cool with all that amazing artist stuff ... you know, 'cos I'm so immune to all that now. Because of my ninja training. Because I paid everything I have to get my ninja training that should at least allow me to be so immune to all that now.
... yeah right. That's the thing about art, though. It just takes you when it wants to. You're helpless against it. That's what I love about it ... Ay, there's the rub.
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I can't tell you how many papers were due in the last few days that I wrote, throwing myself headlong into an academic tizzy ... they're not over yet but for Fuck's sake, 30 minutes ago I just completed a Powerpoint presentation for tomorrow and I'll even have a paper due when I get back from friggin' Thanksgiving break. Holy hell. Why didn't I just do Credit/No Credit? 'Cos I'm an idiot.
At the moment me and D are in the middle of a silent discussion as to whether or not I should use those NYC plane tickets I bought just recently. I am dying to see Albertine and Bunny again -- those two are absolutely my favorite girls and I wish I didn't have to worry about when I'd see them next (damn jet-setting lifestyle) but I do. Worry. Cool girlfriends are hard to come by.
My first letter to grandma was well received, and for that I am seriously warm and fuzzy. She remembers letting me sleep in between her and grandpa when I was a baby, and that I was an easy child to look after. She is a remarkably warm woman( -- life just isn't fucking fair, is it?) She doesn't know that I know she kept a framed picture of me on top of her dresser. Of 6 grandchildren I was the first, and although her refrigerator is completely covered from top to bottom with photos of absolutely everyone in the family,
I am the only one sitting atop her dresser in that quiet dark bedroom.
As of Friday, SLG knows this is my last month with them. I wish I could continue but it isn't financially feasible.
Image Comics is my new sugar momma. I brought D with me to meet my coworkers at beer o'clock at Jupiter last Thursday. I think I am in love with those folks. Now all I have to meet is the Laurenn. Kinda nervous 'cos I like her art so much. In the end I know I'll just pretend I'm like, cool with all that amazing artist stuff ... you know, 'cos I'm so immune to all that now. Because of my ninja training. Because I paid everything I have to get my ninja training that should at least allow me to be so immune to all that now.
... yeah right. That's the thing about art, though. It just takes you when it wants to. You're helpless against it. That's what I love about it ... Ay, there's the rub.
*
I can't tell you how many papers were due in the last few days that I wrote, throwing myself headlong into an academic tizzy ... they're not over yet but for Fuck's sake, 30 minutes ago I just completed a Powerpoint presentation for tomorrow and I'll even have a paper due when I get back from friggin' Thanksgiving break. Holy hell. Why didn't I just do Credit/No Credit? 'Cos I'm an idiot.
At the moment me and D are in the middle of a silent discussion as to whether or not I should use those NYC plane tickets I bought just recently. I am dying to see Albertine and Bunny again -- those two are absolutely my favorite girls and I wish I didn't have to worry about when I'd see them next (damn jet-setting lifestyle) but I do. Worry. Cool girlfriends are hard to come by.
My first letter to grandma was well received, and for that I am seriously warm and fuzzy. She remembers letting me sleep in between her and grandpa when I was a baby, and that I was an easy child to look after. She is a remarkably warm woman( -- life just isn't fucking fair, is it?) She doesn't know that I know she kept a framed picture of me on top of her dresser. Of 6 grandchildren I was the first, and although her refrigerator is completely covered from top to bottom with photos of absolutely everyone in the family,
I am the only one sitting atop her dresser in that quiet dark bedroom.
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stickyrice:
Sweet entry. SR misses you.
llamapuppet:
I am glad you are kicking butt. Take care and be well in your adventures!