Last week I got two calls for jobs. One scheduled me a same day interview but the guy seemed shady and i just didn't feel like getting out of my sweats at that exact moment. Call me lazy... or call me intuitive. Whatever - even I can't decide. So I just didn't show up. Then on friday while I was in SF for Ryan and Katrina's wedding I got another call, which i promptly returned after I got out of District 9 (Wow intense, go see - you'll like), left a message for the lady and never heard from her again. This week I am nothing but available and yet i receive no calls. Why? Because I have smited the job gods and now they are punishing me. I wasn't ready on their schedule so they aren't playing nice with mine. Humph. In the meantime I'm getting all sorts of antsy. Remember 2 months ago when I quit my job? (well some of you will and some of you are new. hi!) Well for a solid two months I was all "I don't even WANT a job. All I want to do is WRITE" well now I'm bored and now I want a job and now the jobs have all clammed up and gone away because the universe never lets me have what i want, instead it likes to watch me squirm for a while until it decides in it's GREAT BENEVOLENCE that I deserve a crumb here or a smidgen there. And so I wait. Cursing my earlier smiting.
I love trees, but more like the idea, not so much the touching. I live inside my head most of the time and fumble through life the rest of the time. I am an avid self portrait taker. Just because there is no one else around doesn't mean things shouldn't be documented. I am romantic about most things. I am a writer. It is my job, but not currently what I get paid to do. If I met me, I would be my best friend. I tend to be irreverent.