life plan – a revision. Wednesday, April 23, 2008

as we all know, one cannot get a job that will sufficiently supplement one’s lifestyle without a degree of some sort.  so…in the following months there is a 75% chance that i will be moving back to virginia and in with my parents.  why?  so i can go to fucking school and get a fucking job that doesn’t make me want to stick a fork in my eye.  however, if you’re a homie in baltimore and you know of a job that doesn’t require a degree, but perhaps some experience, holler.  i have a lot of experience.  with everything.  seriously.

lisa is probably one of the worst people i’ve ever encountered.  this isn’t breaking news, i’m sure.  but only 2 other people in the entire universe have ever made me physically ill when merely mentioning them.  she’s disgusting.

in other news, i’m in love.  i’ve never been able to say that with certainty.  it feels really good.

onward!

ladyfest. Friday, April 11, 2008

is today.  i’m kind of freaking out.  it is also vincet gallo’s burpday. 

today… Friday, March 28, 2008

is unofficial eat a vegan brownie from one world day. those motherfuckers are pretty tite.

in other news, ViF is tomorrow. i may or may not go. i have a lot of business to take care of for ladyfest. two and a half weeks = not so much time. jesus.

great. Thursday, March 27, 2008

i officially have a blog.

so, yesterday, i was in a strangely good mood. has life become that draining and complicated that i now have to question my own happiness? is this what your twenties are about? questioning and justifying your happiness? i was having a conversation with someone last night about how in your twenties, you start to encounter certain types of conversations, like when introducing yourself/being introduced to someone and you’re automatically asked the bizarre and adult like question, “so, what do you do?”. what if i don’t do anything? what if i want to fabricate some sort of profession and tell grand tales of my fictitious world travels? i just feel bad when people ask me what i do. because that’s just it. i don’t do anything. i don’t have a job that i love, or even like for that matter, i have no degree, no immediate prospects. but i’m pretty happy. for the most part. that’s gotta count for something, right?