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Sorry so absent, peeps, so here is the xtra chunky big n' hefty journal entry I promised. So I went out to San Diego to see this boy I had been involved with on and off for several years. He actually did a good job of pissing me off on and off for several years, but for some inexplicable reason every time I would tell him to leave me alone and go away, he would find little ways of breaking into my heart again. So it goes. Such is this time, when he originally moved away from the Mil I thought I had said my goodbyes to him, but months passed, and before I know it, we're missing each other and he's asking me to visit. So it goes. I got out there and had an AMAZING time. I mean AMAZING. Beyond the obvious reasons. Mr. Indecisive had a ton of cool stuff planned, like surfing, a motorcycle ride through the mountains, guestlist passes to a new club opening, cookouts, beaches, shopping, dining, you name it. And absolutely no wonkiness; no discomfort between us whatsoever. And my broke ass got well taken care of. I swear I live a charmed life. Now the only difficulty is shaking him out of my brain, which sucks cuz I know he doesn't love me, and the options I had here in town suddenly look less attractive. Sigh. What's a girl to do?
The other pant- shitting news is this: I got a new job 2 days after I got back. That's right. No more ticket hustling or phone jockeying at the Symphony, and no more farm fresh poopity photo shoots in rural Wisconsin. I am now going to have ONE JOB, and it pays more than the crappy 7 bucks an hour I was getting at the symphony. I am now a full time photojournalist, at the Waukesha Freeman, which is a much larger paper, and the staff I guess is pretty young and energetic. I guess I'll fit right in, cuz I wasn't able to go to bed tonight, I will be going in to my ticket sales job on no sleep whatsoever cuz I have so many loose ends to tie up and old work to push through at the Daily. Sigh.
Also, I now have a gallery space 4 times a year. The last gallery night went so well, the owners of the club I show at want to sponsor gallery night every time it comes around (once each season) and they are going to cover application expenses, food, and wine. All I have to do is keep making work. I tried to get into an emergency room to take some closeups of some open wounds, everything is beautiful if you look at it the right way, but I was denied. On to plan B. When I know what that is, I'll let you all know. Nonetheless, the show is in a month so I am a busy busy kitten these days.
Well, I am going to go for a jog, cuz if you are going to stay up all night and go to work with no sleep, you might as well be really about it and take it to the edge. I only wish I had some drugs. Sigh. It's good to be back in happy SG world, and hugs n kisses to all of you. Cheers!