oh, internet.
tonight I am sitting in my chicken-scented house in pajama pants and dark-haired armpits. I am cold in the toes and aching in the legs and refusing to do my homework, again.
do you ever feel like you might be a hack? I feel like I might be a hack. it turns out most of my best written works end with some trite statement spoken in italics, which only a hack might believe lends meaning. in short, I am in crisis about who I am and what it is I should do.
I finally got a job interview, though I can't possibly be qualified for this job, nor am I certain of the hours or pay. before I interview, I'm supposed to submit four professional references, which just makes me feel like I shouldn't, because if I had four fucking professional references I would not be taking just whatever goddamn "administrative financial representative" hospital job I found on the stupid internet.
and it's not like I want to be working in a hospital anyway.
today I discovered stretch marks all over my butt. I'm telling you this because it makes me feel like I'm actually aloof about the whole thing.
I still haven't filed my taxes. I gotta remember to file my taxes.
the real reason for this entry is to put it in writing that my SG subscription expires on the 18th and I'm not going to renew. at least not right away. because I am le broke. and I could probably use a break from this rapidly stupefying site anyway. I'll probably be back in a month or whenever I get a job or whenever I realize I've suddenly started to spend more time on homework than on the internet. as if that could ever happen.
so, yeah. until the 18th I'm going to try to update this thing more than I've been doing lately because I don't want to warble out and go away like that.
it's going to be 40 degrees soon. with two feet of snow on the ground, forty degrees must feel like a whole new chance to exist.
tonight I am sitting in my chicken-scented house in pajama pants and dark-haired armpits. I am cold in the toes and aching in the legs and refusing to do my homework, again.
do you ever feel like you might be a hack? I feel like I might be a hack. it turns out most of my best written works end with some trite statement spoken in italics, which only a hack might believe lends meaning. in short, I am in crisis about who I am and what it is I should do.
I finally got a job interview, though I can't possibly be qualified for this job, nor am I certain of the hours or pay. before I interview, I'm supposed to submit four professional references, which just makes me feel like I shouldn't, because if I had four fucking professional references I would not be taking just whatever goddamn "administrative financial representative" hospital job I found on the stupid internet.
and it's not like I want to be working in a hospital anyway.
today I discovered stretch marks all over my butt. I'm telling you this because it makes me feel like I'm actually aloof about the whole thing.
I still haven't filed my taxes. I gotta remember to file my taxes.
the real reason for this entry is to put it in writing that my SG subscription expires on the 18th and I'm not going to renew. at least not right away. because I am le broke. and I could probably use a break from this rapidly stupefying site anyway. I'll probably be back in a month or whenever I get a job or whenever I realize I've suddenly started to spend more time on homework than on the internet. as if that could ever happen.
so, yeah. until the 18th I'm going to try to update this thing more than I've been doing lately because I don't want to warble out and go away like that.
it's going to be 40 degrees soon. with two feet of snow on the ground, forty degrees must feel like a whole new chance to exist.
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I totally feel like a hack.
I have stretchmarks. On my biceps
My account expires the day before yours. I can't afford to renew either, though I'm mostly not particularly interested in leaving; I'm on a good level strip of road right now, SG-usage wise.
Aaaah, dark-haired armpits.
...ok. Yes I do