la nausee
I'm nauseous. Maybe it's the heat. Maybe it's the extra estrogen from those little pink pills.
No luck in the job search. I resent having to grovel, smile, suck up, sell myself. One coffee-place manager said "Smile for me, sweetie." I bared my teeth like a threatened monkey and promptly split the scene.
Now that I've had a taste of unemployment, I'm hooked. The 10% of me that was still employable has grown accustomed to eating tofu dogs naked at 3 am, thus ruining me for the workforce.
Nausea: About a year ago I was drunk on a friend's balcony, mouthy, gesticulating with a cigarette. I had a breakthrough: "I'm an artist!" I cried. "An ARTIST!" Within the hour I was heaving over the balcony.
The point is that dramatic revelations of the personal/spiritual kind are often usurped by violent physical symptoms.
*hurk*
Possible careers:
-hangman
-phone sex lady
-contract illustrator: small appliances
-musical instrument engineer/designer/builder
-book maker
-chef
-pornographer
No luck in the job search. I resent having to grovel, smile, suck up, sell myself. One coffee-place manager said "Smile for me, sweetie." I bared my teeth like a threatened monkey and promptly split the scene.
Now that I've had a taste of unemployment, I'm hooked. The 10% of me that was still employable has grown accustomed to eating tofu dogs naked at 3 am, thus ruining me for the workforce.
Nausea: About a year ago I was drunk on a friend's balcony, mouthy, gesticulating with a cigarette. I had a breakthrough: "I'm an artist!" I cried. "An ARTIST!" Within the hour I was heaving over the balcony.
The point is that dramatic revelations of the personal/spiritual kind are often usurped by violent physical symptoms.
*hurk*
Possible careers:
-hangman
-phone sex lady
-contract illustrator: small appliances
-musical instrument engineer/designer/builder
-book maker
-chef
-pornographer