I need a clean break with old baggage. Thankfully, the internet makes this easy. This is the same LiveJournal account I have had since my junior year of high school, and it's time for a change.
So, I will no longer be posting under this username.
Want to follow my further adventures? Then head over and add swashbuckleher.

See you, space cowboy.

"What's this...this weird feeling I'm having? I just feel...happy and I keep laughing at things. It's as though my actions lack their usual burden of consequence."
"Yeah, Zoe, that's called relaxing. Most people know what it is ( Read more... )

Follow our heroine as she gamely navigates a treacherous sea of glitchy programs, snickering tweeyboppers, and models who dress in dominatrix outfits*, armed with only iced coffee and two hours of sleep. I have until 9 AM tomorrow morning to finish this film, and do a poster for it, and I will be greatly surprised if sleep factors into tonight's ( Read more... )

One of this week's new favorite things is Chocolove's Chilies and Cherry Dark Chocolate Bar. Before you can tell me that this sounds like a terrible idea, I will counter by say it is not a good idea. It is an excellent idea. Bare with me in my foodie moment; there's a little spice up front, then a bite of strong cherry flavor, followed by a warming ( Read more... )

The city smells like it's burning. So far today, I haven't felt like I was on the verge of heat exhaustion. Clearly, I am learning to hydrate properly. It involves toting a liter of water wherever I go, dragged inside my overstuffed messenger bag like I am leading an expedition through the desert. Bedouin peoples never had to wait in miles of ( Read more... )

It's strange to live in a world where Indiana Jones looks like my Dad.

Who is wasting time answering silly questions from tournesoleil's blog?

( I AM! )

Shrimpy Hostess got mono and, ignoring doctor's advice, or general sense, has continued her high school partying lifestyle. She has subsequentially wimped out of all her shifts at the restaurant. Mafia Boss wants me to work 1-9:30 tomorrow, 12-5 Friday, and 1-9:30 Saturday.

I want money. But, well, shit.

Oh yeah, and Sky? You're being a punk. ( Read more... )

Struck lucky on my second day of job-hunting, at an upscale Italian restaurant in town. They're thinking of hiring me as a hostess, I just have to pass muster during a 'training session' tomorrow. If all goes well, I'll have a good job, and my money woes could well be over for awhile ( Read more... )

At home in NJ, remembering what a pain in the ass job hunting is. Tomorrow I'll pound the pavement downtown, and see if anyone wants a salesgirl, waitress, restaurant hostess, office worker, or freelance artist. (These being the few things I am qualified for at present. Okay, the things I have work experience with ( Read more... )