Flippin' Burger Flippin'
I got a summer job, never posted about it, and now i'm already fired. Or laid off. Or something. So now i have little else to do but cook things with local produce, and then eat those things. And wallow in my pitiful destitution. And then wait for the mailman to deliver my Netflix. I broke the news of my firing to one of my friends and that was his first advice: "Up your Netflix to four." I settled for three. If i start watching two movies a day i will just melt into the couch and never have a life again. Not that that wasn't what i was already doing after my class ended last week. Now i just have ten more hours a week to do nothing.
The good news is that i'm writing a lot again. The bad news is i'm not exactly writing for the internet. Oh well, this is basically my gossip rag anyway. If i had anything good to say i'd say it on that other blog. So here's gossip: i've now had two people show up to my house while i'm scantily clad and thus received awkward compliments about my body, i'm awkwardly dating from scratch this guy with an awesome name, and i basically spend about half my time now riding around Lawrence on my bike under various levels/types of intoxication. Alone. In the dark.
Also, my delete key doesn't work anymore. Which seems sort of ironically appropriate. When did i ever delete the right things in the first place.
Can't sleep, full of cherry strudel and workin' on my sweet jams for the radio. Reader(s?), you deserve better.
The good news is that i'm writing a lot again. The bad news is i'm not exactly writing for the internet. Oh well, this is basically my gossip rag anyway. If i had anything good to say i'd say it on that other blog. So here's gossip: i've now had two people show up to my house while i'm scantily clad and thus received awkward compliments about my body, i'm awkwardly dating from scratch this guy with an awesome name, and i basically spend about half my time now riding around Lawrence on my bike under various levels/types of intoxication. Alone. In the dark.
Also, my delete key doesn't work anymore. Which seems sort of ironically appropriate. When did i ever delete the right things in the first place.
Can't sleep, full of cherry strudel and workin' on my sweet jams for the radio. Reader(s?), you deserve better.