i'm trying to think of something good and juicy to share with my little corner of diaryland.
let's start with: i am STILL trying to finish Alias Grace and i'm beginning to give up. i've got tenderheaded AND confessions of a gang thug to keep me occupied until i fetch march's book.
in the meantime, i'm listening to eve 6 on repeat and munching steamed veggies (in a garlic/butter sauce) and wondering if my beth of the beths will give me her extra pickle. i can hear her crunching them and i WANT it!
on the way to work this morning i began a list of all the things i MUST do before friday at 2pm.
1. gather my clips from tweak. total of 4 articles [non-fiction writing sample].
2. grab a nice, unbattered bleed from my supply [fiction writing sample AND publishing/design sample].
3. re-work portfolio so there are sections for design (marketing/business, magazine, and book), publishing (list of publications), and writing (aforementioned clips/samples).
4. find a freakin' business suit!
5. prepare notes on How to Improve Existing Website Without Spending Tons of Money
6. Lastly, and most important, convince e. to come over and do my HAIR. i CANNOT go to an interview with bad hair. it'll totally ruin my confident facade.
question: what would you do if (your son was at home? cryin all alone on the bedroom floor cause he's hungry? and the only way to feed his was to sleep with a man for a little bit money?) you were walking down the hall minding your own business and a man resembling mr. burns walked past you with his ring of hair slicked down and a face mask on? what if he was carrying a flowered tea kettle in one hand and a knife in the other?
i chose to give a big up and casually banter over the idea of giving MY DIRECTOR my lunch, since all he had was an apple and some cinnamon tea.
yes. this is the life i live.
[note to those of you who read this and don't leave messages and then get busted for reading it when our mutual friend says, "Yeah J*** reads your diary on a regular basis, she's always referencing it...": no, i am not molesting lil juan (i think the fact that i've begun referencing him as "lil juan" is a good sign). i've realized my attraction to him is really the lingering effects of my first-love, david king, who juan never fails to remind me of. i don't know if i'll ever get over david, but i do know that i won't be using juan to do it. nowadays i'm thinking of juan as a little brother who's cool to have around (in much the same way i prefer hanging with miss ash over most anyone i know, though i'm not gonna commit to that extreme with juano). so, rest assured. no molesting happening on my part.]
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