This, as my first post, should be utterly significant. It should describe exactly what I want to do, where I am going with this, and what will come of it. Unfortunately, that would defeat the purpose. I collect ideas, holding them in my sweaty little palm, dangling notions before my cart to keep moving forward, for use ina future art project or story, until they are found wasting away in the corner like dust bunnies with carrot breath.
I work in a variation of the tourist industry, a job with benefits that I desperately need, but my degrees as well as my heart tell the truth, I am not a reservationist but instead an artist, a writer, in desperate need of an outlet.
Barreling forward with my partner to concieve a child through science, working 40 hrs+ a week, encircled by the holidays, and who would have guessed I'd decide to kill time at work by productively blogging? So pardon the construction but as I turn up the heat the lint tray should pluck out some really good sh*t pillaging my brain.
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All my ideas are balled up in my sweaty palm dangled before the cart. I keep on moving, pretending they'll be used in a future art project or story, until found wasting away in the corner like dust bunnies with carrot breath, consumed but ultimately useless.
Attempting to concieve a child through science with my partner, both working 40 hrs+ a week, bombarded by holidays. Pardon the construction as I turn up the heat, the lint tray should pluck out some good sh*t that's been pillaging my brain.
Attempting to concieve a child through science with my partner, both working 40 hrs+ a week, bombarded by holidays. Pardon the construction as I turn up the heat, the lint tray should pluck out some good sh*t that's been pillaging my brain.
12.05.2007
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