The husband got a call asking him to join a band on rhythm guitar. I think this means I've lost his attention for a few months.

Moan.

Lonely and jobless. A new low.

I', in a new tattoo mood, which is stupid because I haven't gotten my last one touched up. And it needs it. The camo on the skull's helmet looks funky. My skin and colored ink don't get along. What can I say?

My husband is getting his knuckles tattooed at his tattoo artists house in a week or two. I should just hitch onto that unofficial appointment.

But what do I want?
Hmmmm.....

Unemployed and barely searching for a job.

It is going on my third week into summer break and I am still without job. I've applied a couple of places but I just can't pretend to care if I get a job or not. I've got money in the bank and lazy in the heart.

Instead, I sit at home watching Buffy and Venture Bros. It's a good life. I have all of 2 bills a month. And they total like $200 bucks, so I could have a tagsale and still get by.

I need to stop making excuses though.

I'll find a job.