A DAY ABOUT NOTHING...
....spent around two hours of doing nothing this Thursday...sent out two resumes, drank lots of coffee, smoked lots of roll-it-your own cigarettes and read some Bukowski...
....tired of talking all of this professional BS, I'm taking a short-time job in a warehouse just down the road becuz I'm not good at selling myself and desperately need a job to focus more on my writing and less on my weaknesses...
...still love my best friend here as of lately...while I should have been focusing on a better job and looking all professional...spent most of the computer time today doing the IM thing with my beloved red-head becuz she's mad enough to remain my friend during hard times...
....don't really care if she's into girls or guys...romance is so easily published in the big books,while the editors are apparently blind...
...love is not about rings or things or the traditional means...my best friend loves another girl...and my heart has grown bigger....she knows just how to kick me on my ass without saying a thing. And I really have to love her, for Inspiration has no face, and at times, it has no heart. Love is just the decoration that displays the brilliant colors of the letters on top of a birthday cake....and every time I view the cream I tend to think of other things.
...These days I tend think that love is about letting another person be and loving the person for who they are...not who I want them to be...
...I threw out my last TV just yesterday.
....spent around two hours of doing nothing this Thursday...sent out two resumes, drank lots of coffee, smoked lots of roll-it-your own cigarettes and read some Bukowski...
....tired of talking all of this professional BS, I'm taking a short-time job in a warehouse just down the road becuz I'm not good at selling myself and desperately need a job to focus more on my writing and less on my weaknesses...
...still love my best friend here as of lately...while I should have been focusing on a better job and looking all professional...spent most of the computer time today doing the IM thing with my beloved red-head becuz she's mad enough to remain my friend during hard times...
....don't really care if she's into girls or guys...romance is so easily published in the big books,while the editors are apparently blind...
...love is not about rings or things or the traditional means...my best friend loves another girl...and my heart has grown bigger....she knows just how to kick me on my ass without saying a thing. And I really have to love her, for Inspiration has no face, and at times, it has no heart. Love is just the decoration that displays the brilliant colors of the letters on top of a birthday cake....and every time I view the cream I tend to think of other things.
...These days I tend think that love is about letting another person be and loving the person for who they are...not who I want them to be...
...I threw out my last TV just yesterday.
You are having trouble selling yourself, simply because you know deep in your heart, that you "Are NOT for SALE!!"
your writing is alluring and HOT so please don't feel guilty for taking a blue collar position so you can spend more time writing, thinking and drinking..This world will be a better place because of that ,,NOT because you get to wear a white collar and kiss ass for the MAN..
I wish you the best of luck luv..and just know "I am your friend also"
Merlowe