Just when this blog was starting to look like just another of the many things sacrificed to the Temple of the Easily Distracted...
The extent to which I enjoy doing absolutely nothing disturbs me more than you'll ever know. There's just nothing better than opening a can of Diet Pepsi, watching a few crime shows, talking to your friends on the Internet, and hugging a dog or two... all at the same time. Yes folks, in this world of compulsory utilitarianism, "nothing" has come to mean "that which is not productive" as opposed to actually, well... nothing.
Unless, of course, you're Paris Hilton, for whom "nothing" means "that which is between one's ears". Or, "that for which one is famous." Hyuk hyuk, I couldn't resist. The brain dead blonde is currently incarcerated at the jail near my house, which really isn't as foreboding from the outside as you'd expect a jail to be.
(Yes, we are starfuckers, we did a driveby.)
Anyway, as this whole "nothing" business gets quite old, I decided to scrape the barnacles of ennui off my lazy ass and get myself a job. Which I eventually did, after 3 or so months of believing that no one would actually hire me. Suffice it to say, I will not be hawking my body in uncomfortable shoes under the freeway any time soon.
So I now work part-time for an educational company that will remain unnamed, a place where I have silently dubbed myself "Mistress of Marketing". It's a great place to work, and I'm quite glad to be there. And while I'm not exactly raking it in at the moment (being part-time and all,) hopes remain high for the future!
At any rate I'll make a serious effort to update more frequently.
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