eff yeah, sweet freedom …. weeping … no, im cool.

welp. i didn’t get to keep my job.

this leaves me in quite the pickle. i have never been unemployed before, and i don’t know how i feel about it.

this was a position for graduate students, so it wasnt a full 40-hour, 9-5, pention kind of job. but i loved it for the most part.

so, now i am on the hunt for other jobs. and i feel a comrodery with the other hundreds of thousands out of a job right now.

so – if you want to hire me to do stuff for you, i will.

things like writing, singing, telling you you’re pretty, brushing your hair, and buying you drugs.

good things coming from this? Melissa Lion might pay me to watch her 3yo, who I am in love with. Roomie might get me a gig at her job (which actually relates to my career path) and above all else – I can post pictures of myself on the bloggie without worrying about people from work finding it. because after june 30th, i won’t have a god damn job!

EFF YES.

things are looking up.

oh jesus. what if i can’t pay rent!?

weep.weep.weep.

no – i’m ok. i’ll be ok.

i think.