I got a haircut.
For a while I had been snipping the scraggly bits off of my dusty mop, but if I was to get a job, I had to do it right. So I did.
I look like a young up and coming CEO. My eyes twinkle with future monetary gain, and I shine in the streets with youthful hope of a family with an okay wife and terribly decent children.
I actually look like a tool, and I have so far been called, "twelve," "little boy," and "sweet," by various proprietors of cigarettes and alcohol.
I saw Mel Gibson's new movie, "Signs" tonight....no more to say really than it's not a waste of eight bucks.
So, I need to get a life in order. Well, I guess enough so I have health insurance.
I just want to wake up tomorrow, do an odd job for this old woman, get a couple bucks, buy a pack of marlboros, a six pack of budweiser, hang out in the RMV for a few hours, then eat some whitefish and head to the beach to sit and watch the cambodians and spaniards fish for stripers. That's my day. Here and there I'll toss a few internet eyes at the good ol' job sites and then curse my life.
Gimme gimme desk jobs with 401K.
Anyone know of any publishing companies/media companies/radio stations/tv stations/writing jobs anywhere...ANYWHERE...in the country? I'm willing to relocate to any place if they need a bright, youthful, energetic mind with a bright, adorable, youthful 23 year old face. Any suicideboys? Damn.
Well, a vodka tonic and then some sleep. The beach at night tomorrow...
the beach at night.
For a while I had been snipping the scraggly bits off of my dusty mop, but if I was to get a job, I had to do it right. So I did.
I look like a young up and coming CEO. My eyes twinkle with future monetary gain, and I shine in the streets with youthful hope of a family with an okay wife and terribly decent children.
I actually look like a tool, and I have so far been called, "twelve," "little boy," and "sweet," by various proprietors of cigarettes and alcohol.
I saw Mel Gibson's new movie, "Signs" tonight....no more to say really than it's not a waste of eight bucks.
So, I need to get a life in order. Well, I guess enough so I have health insurance.
I just want to wake up tomorrow, do an odd job for this old woman, get a couple bucks, buy a pack of marlboros, a six pack of budweiser, hang out in the RMV for a few hours, then eat some whitefish and head to the beach to sit and watch the cambodians and spaniards fish for stripers. That's my day. Here and there I'll toss a few internet eyes at the good ol' job sites and then curse my life.
Gimme gimme desk jobs with 401K.
Anyone know of any publishing companies/media companies/radio stations/tv stations/writing jobs anywhere...ANYWHERE...in the country? I'm willing to relocate to any place if they need a bright, youthful, energetic mind with a bright, adorable, youthful 23 year old face. Any suicideboys? Damn.
Well, a vodka tonic and then some sleep. The beach at night tomorrow...
the beach at night.