I'm a shaaaaaaaark
I did my first paid copy blocks for Anthropologie on Friday. It was pretty fun, and they didn't have too many edits, and they're paying me, and I named items obliquely after both Farah and Ghostface Killah. All my freelance work up until now has been done by contract-ish, or at least I don't have to send an invoice. But now I get to make myself an invoice form. Ooh, maybe I'll make myself a business card!
However, I'm putting a brief cap on spending anything because the power company thinks that I owe them $738, just in case I can't get them to realize that they are incorrect. This is probably going to take up most of my Monday.
I have been watching Planet Earth. It's kind of the shit. Look, it's a shark the size of a bus jumping completely out of the water to catch a seal.
Enough to make me not want to go in the ocean ever again. Except how I really, really want to fuck off to Hawaii and see the pretty fish. It's been snowing for the last few days here in Philly and I am not in support.
What the hell am I doing up so early in the morning? I lead the most decadent lifestyle I have ever had. I don't have to go to work, and if this Anthropologie thing works out plus my church job I might not even have to go to work ever again. I could sleep until noon every day if I wanted, but for some reason I've been waking up at 8 or 9 every morning. This is all well and good when you're alone, I kind of like being awake at weird times, but at the moment I am typing very quietly.
EDIT: Shortly after I posted this, Rajiv sat bolt upright in bed, startling the shit out of me, and said "I dreamed I was playing with Slayer. It was awesome." in a kind of disappointed-sounding way.
However, I'm putting a brief cap on spending anything because the power company thinks that I owe them $738, just in case I can't get them to realize that they are incorrect. This is probably going to take up most of my Monday.
I have been watching Planet Earth. It's kind of the shit. Look, it's a shark the size of a bus jumping completely out of the water to catch a seal.
Enough to make me not want to go in the ocean ever again. Except how I really, really want to fuck off to Hawaii and see the pretty fish. It's been snowing for the last few days here in Philly and I am not in support.
What the hell am I doing up so early in the morning? I lead the most decadent lifestyle I have ever had. I don't have to go to work, and if this Anthropologie thing works out plus my church job I might not even have to go to work ever again. I could sleep until noon every day if I wanted, but for some reason I've been waking up at 8 or 9 every morning. This is all well and good when you're alone, I kind of like being awake at weird times, but at the moment I am typing very quietly.
EDIT: Shortly after I posted this, Rajiv sat bolt upright in bed, startling the shit out of me, and said "I dreamed I was playing with Slayer. It was awesome." in a kind of disappointed-sounding way.