livingoutloud

The mother figure is still here. I dragged her along to the Urbana Poetry Slam (yes I'm that kind of dork) and she didn't seem to mind.
I had a second interview this morning. It didn't go as well as the first, but It certianly wasn't bad. I simply wasn't able to connect with the woman. I put on my most personable face, but this chick was a stone wall - either I suck all around or she felt a bit redundant, or like a formality. Either way there's nothing to be done about it now but sit and wait.
I dropped some cards about Molly's upcoming show in the student's lounge and in one of the local coffee shops.
And now I'm sitting onmy ass and generally fucking aorund...because I want to and you can't stop me.