i spent my morning shaving.
i'll start with now, checking my e-mail. with any luck i'll have a letter, with a little more luck it will be from the photographer i contacted earlier about a position as her assistant for a shoot next wednesday. i asked the all knowing oracal that we got from a box of lucky charms what the chances that i'll get the job are. in bright yellow lettering the word "yes" came into view, which was nice.
prior to this i was watching slc punk while whittling a stick i found outside. i had never seen the ending until now and was quite pleased. it seemed to take a slight turn sometime in the middle to a more striking yet sobering mood which i thought was very successful. the decision to put on a movie was made when my stomach started making this odd sucking noise it sometimes does when there's nothing in it. thankfully in a time of rare clarity and brilliance of a more youthful time of the day, i bought a bag of tortilla's and a bottle of apple juice, so i made a quasodilla, which was nice.
I'm very proud to say that i bought a gallon of milk earlier too, which i will enjoy sometime tomorrow morning upon waking. it was a difficult process picking out the milk, well not really deciding what gallon i would get, but rather if i would buy a gallon at all. money is sparse these day's you see, hence the e-mail i mentioned above, hence the reason i was out job hunting today. Ducking and weaving, aggressively evading cars, children, tumble weeds, ect. i assailed though shop after shop, restaurant after bar, hawkishly in search for that perfect place to call my job, and there were a few places that seemed promising.
(Promising- n.
1. to speak to me and sound like they want me to work there, but in reality they are over staffed as is and are idiots for waisting their/my time.
2. will hire me to work for $2.00 an hour and some circus peanuts.
or 3. i'll have to work under a pimp and dress like a woman.)
whatever gets the rent paid i guess.
the rest of the day was pretty standard, filled with plenty of moping, grumbling, and sweating. worrying about this and that, blah blah.
i'd rather be surfing right now.
prior to this i was watching slc punk while whittling a stick i found outside. i had never seen the ending until now and was quite pleased. it seemed to take a slight turn sometime in the middle to a more striking yet sobering mood which i thought was very successful. the decision to put on a movie was made when my stomach started making this odd sucking noise it sometimes does when there's nothing in it. thankfully in a time of rare clarity and brilliance of a more youthful time of the day, i bought a bag of tortilla's and a bottle of apple juice, so i made a quasodilla, which was nice.
I'm very proud to say that i bought a gallon of milk earlier too, which i will enjoy sometime tomorrow morning upon waking. it was a difficult process picking out the milk, well not really deciding what gallon i would get, but rather if i would buy a gallon at all. money is sparse these day's you see, hence the e-mail i mentioned above, hence the reason i was out job hunting today. Ducking and weaving, aggressively evading cars, children, tumble weeds, ect. i assailed though shop after shop, restaurant after bar, hawkishly in search for that perfect place to call my job, and there were a few places that seemed promising.
(Promising- n.
1. to speak to me and sound like they want me to work there, but in reality they are over staffed as is and are idiots for waisting their/my time.
2. will hire me to work for $2.00 an hour and some circus peanuts.
or 3. i'll have to work under a pimp and dress like a woman.)
whatever gets the rent paid i guess.
the rest of the day was pretty standard, filled with plenty of moping, grumbling, and sweating. worrying about this and that, blah blah.
i'd rather be surfing right now.