idiots can't handle their drugs
This chick,
Her personal journal is pretty stellar, as well.
Crackers.
Anyway, I went bowling last night. Woo! Every time I go bowling I think I'm going to get into “the zone” and actually break 80. I almost did last night. I bowled a 79! Please, don't get too jealous. However, I think I made a breakthrough. I was dressed somewhat retardedly. I was wearing a tshirt, my do-rag, a long khaki skirt (?), tube socks, and the required bowling shoes. I looked so hot. I'm really confused as to why the yinzers weren't all over me….
But in any case, I had to modify my bowling style due to the restrictive nature of the skirt. I think it helped. Luckily, Paco's roommate's girlfriend was there and her skills are ever so lightly below mine. So I didn't look like a total chump. However, I must say, “fuck alcohol.” I had one beer and I have a headache this morning. I give up.
Career frustrations…
I haven't written anything for Pulp in a really long time. (Shanley, if you're reading this, don't take offense.) I'm kind of at a loss as to what to do. I know I can't really expect them to assign things to me, but being a mom I really can't be out all the time scoping for stuff. I informally pitched a story about this new arcade on the South Side but someone was already writing about it. Always a day late and a dollar short. Regardless, I think I'm trying to go to that arcade.
However, looking on the bright side, the Live Journal gods have smiled on me. I've met
I'm pumped.
But, yeah, writing. I'm confused about it. It seems like such an impractical endeavor. I think I would be happy if, during the next couple of years, I could maintain a 9 to 5 just to take care of regular life stuff (stuff for the baby, house, car, credit cards) and free lance on the side. Later, if I wanted to turn to writing full time I would have enough experience to possibly do so. But something in my gut tells me that won't happen…I'll just get sucked into a 9 to 5 and never do anything creative with my life. Of course, my problem now is that I can't seem to find a 9 to 5. The big things on my resume are my lower management duties at the defunct Music X and my internship at Pulp. No one's very impressed by my time spent in the food service industry. I'm not exactly setting the world on fire with all of my work experience. I suck.
Blah, I'm sounding so Gen X.
Oh bother. Well, I have crap to do.
