Journal entry #1 : Heaven knows I'm not miserable yet.
SO I'M LOOKING FOR A JOB... which for any self respecting person means going to a lot of matinees, followed by drinking beer until the wee hours, contemplating the rush hour crowds with passing contempt. That, and fucking around on the internet. Which is what I'm doing now.
"Join Myspace!" my friends suggest. "It's a great way to make connections! - and while you're at it join Suicide Girls!" So I did. I have yet to figure out how designing a vanity page about my favorite music and browsing DIY softcore is going to land me any kind of meaningful employment. Still, it's what I'm qualified for - plus, putting yourself out there is purely a state of mind, right?
In the meantime, Here I am, feeling like a wallflower, which I hate. Perhaps this ain't my scene, man - but we'll give it a shot.
See ya.
SO I'M LOOKING FOR A JOB... which for any self respecting person means going to a lot of matinees, followed by drinking beer until the wee hours, contemplating the rush hour crowds with passing contempt. That, and fucking around on the internet. Which is what I'm doing now.
"Join Myspace!" my friends suggest. "It's a great way to make connections! - and while you're at it join Suicide Girls!" So I did. I have yet to figure out how designing a vanity page about my favorite music and browsing DIY softcore is going to land me any kind of meaningful employment. Still, it's what I'm qualified for - plus, putting yourself out there is purely a state of mind, right?
In the meantime, Here I am, feeling like a wallflower, which I hate. Perhaps this ain't my scene, man - but we'll give it a shot.
See ya.