Is this seriously what I'm up against? ANY SUNJECT matter? heh.

Take a look at this dude's resume:

"Additional Skills:
Am imaginative and good at research.
Have good creative writing skills. Can write on any sunject matter, especially arts, maangement, marketing, lifestyle, social issues, parenting.
Can proofread and edit any copy"

Wow, I really though New York City had it in the bag. The International Olympic Committee chose London to host the 2012 summer games.

2012...I'll be thirty-two. How depressing!

Why do I spend so much time online? Because I'm writing. It doesn't matter what I'm writing. It doesn't matter if it's good, or if it's shit. I'm writing. Isn't that enough ( Read more... )

Something I haven't done for the past three days. Ew, skanky!

The blood running down my right leg is red. The small dab of toilet paper, which I stuck to the razor-related injury, is white. I'm so patriotic. I'd glue a Maple leaf to my shirt, but I haven't seen a Maple tree since I've been here.

I think I'm over-tired. No. I've just been staring at this screen too long. I got the review done. That took a lot longer than I thought it would. But it's done. I'm happy now. Or am I? No ( Read more... )

We drove the hour and change to go to the community the house is listed in. Yikes. My husband's face was red, very red, infact. I'm not sure if it was red in anger, confusion, sadness--but it was red. The house didn't need "a little TLC," it needed a wrecking ball. Okay, it wasn't THAT bad. But it was more work than we expected ( Read more... )

I sent the article a few hours ago, and I got an acceptance letter several moments ago. That was quick. My bi-line is boring. Hey, it's a new clip, right?

I'll correspond with beautiful girls and accept US postal money orders for it any day.

The models I interviewed were helpful. Christine Vinson totally gave me something to work with. I was dreading five word responses to my questions. Not the case, AT ALL. She was awesome ( Read more... )

I love when our neighbors have yardsales. I can snoop through their belongings without an ounce of guilt. But seriously, who has a yardsale on a Thursday?

Yesterday was the first day of summer. School is almost out and it looks like it's going to storm like a bastard. I've never seen a sky like the one hanging over our place this morning. It looks as if someone hung a tissue covered in fecal matter from the left side of the sun. It's depressing ( Read more... )