Resurrection... again
My computer is not broken anymore. Ah, the joys of communication again :/
Whilst twiddling my thumbs at home I came across this monstrosity on CMT (yes, I was THAT bored): Trace Atkins, a country musician, biting hip-hop culture...
"Honky Tonk Badonkadonk"
I seriously see shit like this as a prime example of cultural recuperation :(
Anyways.
No job yet. I may have to take a crappy grocerie-bagging job in Ben Lomond/Scotts Valley, or god-awful newpaper distribution/production-line job soon. That means being stuck in SC. Boo-urns.
I want to move out of SC, but I wonder if just getting over the hill to the Bay would just mean rotting away. I am concerned that I may fall into filler jobs and never aggressively pursue film work. But I have no money to move down south... or anywhere.
Trapped again. Its like the planes of existence these days are just successions of cages.
I will just have to suck it up.
Also, New Thrill Parade owes me a lot of money...
Whilst twiddling my thumbs at home I came across this monstrosity on CMT (yes, I was THAT bored): Trace Atkins, a country musician, biting hip-hop culture...
"Honky Tonk Badonkadonk"
I seriously see shit like this as a prime example of cultural recuperation :(
Anyways.
No job yet. I may have to take a crappy grocerie-bagging job in Ben Lomond/Scotts Valley, or god-awful newpaper distribution/production-line job soon. That means being stuck in SC. Boo-urns.
I want to move out of SC, but I wonder if just getting over the hill to the Bay would just mean rotting away. I am concerned that I may fall into filler jobs and never aggressively pursue film work. But I have no money to move down south... or anywhere.
Trapped again. Its like the planes of existence these days are just successions of cages.
I will just have to suck it up.
Also, New Thrill Parade owes me a lot of money...