I need a big fucking distraction. Something DISTRACT ME. How about work? It would be great to have steady money coming in.

Merry Christmas to me, I'm just going to listen to my sad country music and dream of a better time.

Today was supposed to be the day of my benefit event for the Chesterfield Center for the Arts Foundation. Due to rain and situations simply out of my control, the event had to be postponed ( Read more... )

I need to psych myself up for a possible job with "the man." Like I said to my mom this morning, the navy is about as interesting to me as foot care. I told myself that this is my last chance with corporate America. If I can't get a job that obviously fits in with my experience and I have a person on the inside rooting for me, then it just isn't ( Read more... )

I feel like I've been in a haze for the past month and this morning, I finally woke up. It's like I've been slapped across the face. Reality is a cruel bitch. Let's take stock of my life- still unemployed, still living with my parents, 20+ pounds heavier, $40 left in the bank account, no new tattoos or piercings, no PUPPY, no boyfriend. On the plus ( Read more... )

I have a feeling that compiling this year's fall mix is going to be exceptionally painful. I started this morning and I have only 4 songs so far, 2 of which I found a couple days ago. This is just going to be oodles of fun.

I think I've come to a very important realization. It's sad that it took so long, even more sad that it has to be this way, but oh well. I guess we're not meant to be friends.

I get cranky when I job search.

BAH. Richmond.com is hiring freelance writers on Craigslist. Apparently compensation could be talked about "down the road." I wonder if I should bother with applying. Should I apply? I wish I could just write an opinion column, that would be fabulous.

FRACK. FUCK. HELL. Maybe I should start my column again.

Riddle me this- why am I still unemployed? Why is it not possible for me to get a job? I think it's time to get a job recruiter. I hate these types of mornings- the day after a huge event and I find myself tremendously empty and painfully aware of the hopeless shambles my life is in.