This is my mess. I like to make a mess every day just so that I can work to clean it up the next day and inevitably mess it all up all over again. The cycle continues today with no exceptions. I don't think there is any other way out of it. At least, I can't see it anyway.
Sometimes, if I keep typing just for the sake of it, something interesting comes out. Like a figure or a fact that leads to some kind of conversation. I can't think of any right now, but I know that's how it works.
You know, if you're a guy and not into sports, there isn't a whole lot to talk about with your average Joe. They're not into politics or anything worthwhile.. just hockey, which sucks for me because I don't know jack shit about hockey.
I met a guy this week who wanted me to be his on-call sex slave. Or at least that's what it amounted to in my mind. He was only available when he was available, no weekends and he had a daughter. He couldn't dedicate a Saturday to me but he sure would be late for work because of me. Sorry. Do not pass go.
But, the very next day I ran into a guy online that I had been talking to for a long time but hadn't seen for a while. He came over and we hung out. He brought a vast collection of weed with him and left me with quite a bit. Fuck we had a good time.
My days are now jam packed with sitting at the computer trying to find appropriate employment. I have applied to several media outlets so far this week. Hopefully I will hear something back from one of them tomorrow or next week.
- D.
