Unemployed artist still unemployed. Says ramen tastes mighty fine. News at 11.
Nothing new to repot on the job hunt. At some points I am forced to tell my inner child to have patience, while my inner child calls me a "fucking cuntrag". I wonder how that one works. At least I may have a new design contract. Hooray for networking.
Two of my closest friends (who I will from now on jokingly refer to as the Dust Brothers) will be making the trip down to see me this weekend, and it's really brightened my week. It'll just be nice to have the company of people who know me well, and that can reassure me about the way things are going.
Unfortunately I didn't make it down to Westport today (sorry alisa
), but tomorrow night it is definately on. Hopefully the jailbait will stay away long enough for me to meet someone able to stay out after curfew, instead of these high school girls with crushes. 
Onto the raging debate inside my head...is it wrong that I want to know that she's alright? Or should I keep telling myself that it's not my place to worry, it's his? I don't have any illusions about us ever being together again, but I do care, and things were bad enough for both of us that I'm scared something life theatening did happen. Or is it the other way around, and I'm just using my fear of being intrusive as an excuse to cop out and not do what I, by nature do, which is worry about and watch after the people important to me.
I have a feeling I'm going to be up late thinking about this one.
Nothing new to repot on the job hunt. At some points I am forced to tell my inner child to have patience, while my inner child calls me a "fucking cuntrag". I wonder how that one works. At least I may have a new design contract. Hooray for networking.
Two of my closest friends (who I will from now on jokingly refer to as the Dust Brothers) will be making the trip down to see me this weekend, and it's really brightened my week. It'll just be nice to have the company of people who know me well, and that can reassure me about the way things are going.
Unfortunately I didn't make it down to Westport today (sorry alisa
), but tomorrow night it is definately on. Hopefully the jailbait will stay away long enough for me to meet someone able to stay out after curfew, instead of these high school girls with crushes.
Onto the raging debate inside my head...is it wrong that I want to know that she's alright? Or should I keep telling myself that it's not my place to worry, it's his? I don't have any illusions about us ever being together again, but I do care, and things were bad enough for both of us that I'm scared something life theatening did happen. Or is it the other way around, and I'm just using my fear of being intrusive as an excuse to cop out and not do what I, by nature do, which is worry about and watch after the people important to me.
I have a feeling I'm going to be up late thinking about this one.
it's great that you will get to see ur buds this week, have fun