I got a new job (which means I quit this job) and I bought a new car. What the hell has happened to me? I’m all growns up all of the sudden. Meanwhile, I haven’t been writing shit. I’m stalled in the middle of reading a book. I haven’t even really finished moving yet, my [...]
Archive for the ‘stalling’ Category
Holy Shit, Friends
August 12, 2007
Interview #4, etc.
July 18, 2007
Unexpectedly and with incredibly short notice I was interviewed for another job at the same place I work now. I wouldn’t say that it went well, but it went. It was one of those interviews where the interviewer does most of the talking, in this case approaching 99% of total words spoken, and only asks [...]
Dicking Around, Less of it.
July 8, 2007
The house in which my apartment resides is being sold and I will likely be forced to move. Add to this one girlfriend who no longer wishes to live under the same roof as me. What does this mean? MOVING BACK IN WITH MY PARENTS. FOR THE THIRD TIME. The upshot (if you can call [...]
“Remember when is the lowest form of conversation.”
June 20, 2007
I’ve been taking long walks, thinking, smoking. This is not, surprisingly, productive in any substantive way. I had a few bouts of nostalgia as I passed the “gay little gazebo” where I sat uncomfortably as a clingy girl I no longer fancied clung. And, too, as I passed the high school parking lot; her car [...]
