so it's day 43 in the life of an unemployed late 20-something corporate something or another.
what's new? still apathetic and lazy in my job hunt. not really motivated - ESPECIALLY when it's 80+ degrees outside and the sun's shining. friends on the porch. bottles of wine in the park. playing catch and sketching shit. why on earth would i want to trade my unemployment wages of doing nothing for a lesser wage being miserable and being locked up in a cubicle? i wouldn't. hence, my lethargic ways.
i've got a headache right now. laying in my bed with the fan on high. windows open, listening to my neighbor bro-dude chatting on his iphone. not wanting to read my latest assignment, a 170 pager entitled "america and the pill," about as gripping as it sounds, kids. deadline's technically tomorrow but my editor pushed it back til sunday afternoon. lots of shit to get done between now and then, but i'll manage. tomorrow's the beach house show, goin solo on account of it being sold out, but i know a handful of random acquaintances who'll be in attendance so i'll more than likely make the best of it. or just be blown away by awesomeness.
beach house makes me pretty darned happy. or something, anyway. i'm really looking forward to it.
saturday will be review day and then maybe a museum trip with the family? i kinda hope they head into the city so i don't feel burdened with guilt for skipping easter trip to suburbia on sunday. think i'll eat at a friend's instead, wrap up my analysis on contraception. HARD. CORE. it'll read something like this: "i like birth control. it helps me not procreate. birth control is awesome, yet a catch 22, because if my mom had health insurance, i would not be here. she was not on birth control. but i'm glad i get to take those pills. because not only do they regulate my baby making parts, but it also looks badass in that little plastic case. hurray for baby killer pills." we'll see how many more assignments then get tossed my way. i have to actually sign a contract today, for that assignment and also my peter wolf crier review.
it's weird, getting assignments. in publications/sites people have a tendency to actually frequent. not hating on muzzle of bees, i know peeps read them words too, but spreading the jodi root brand is quite the unexpected task. i was pretty taken back when i checked chicago innerview's site today to find all 4 of my pieces are headlined on the front page. the top previews, even. fist pump for me. *shaking sadly. (oh goddamn neighbor, please silence your voice.)
well. i guess it's time to hit my homework. if you wanna read my shit and see how i'm a baller of sorts, you can check it hurr. (i did the miike snow preview - to which i have an extra ticket now for their show monday, so let me know if you wanna be my date so im not a loser going to two shows in a row by myself; and lasers and fast and shit; those darlins and the hot chip interview on the bottom).
and that's all she wrote. time to read up on some contraceptive noize.
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