What did you just say, weirdo?

I can blog. I have thoughts.

I am a college graduate with a part time serving job (decent pay, but serving no-less). I don't know what the FUCK I'm going to do with the rest of my life, except that unless I'm famous (which I will be), it probably won't pay very much. I know what I'm passionate about, and yet I can't seem to find anyone who will hire me for a serious position because they don't know what I'm capable of (even though my resume kicks ass).

I haven't had health insurance in months because I'm no longer a student. I found a lump in my breast and three grand later, I'm actually okay, but I'm waiting to hear back on the lab results to see if I have an immuno-deficiency.

I'll. Be. Fine.

I have to pay off my student loans because that whole grace period is long gone. Ten grand isn't terrible, but it's ten grand that I would really love to spend on furniture.. perhaps a bed that I don't own yet because I'm so broke. I also haven't shopped for myself in nearly a year.

But enough of that. I have goals. I bought a little Moleskine notebook. The front half is dedicated to to-do lists. The middle has two lists: books to read before I die, and movies to watch before I die. The back is my bucket list, mostly of places to visit... but also includes "get arrested for something stupid" and "rap in front of a big crowd". Why? Just because.

This Only Proves My Lack of Commitment

So it's been a few days, huh?

I can't say I've been SOOOO busy, because that would be an outright lie. I can't even say that I was doing anything constructive in the meantime, because all I've been doing is jobhunting... And I'll tell you all about THAT, but let me catch you up on the most boring first:

June 13th: Volunteered my ass for a dunk tank at the Pride festival. Here's a picture of the Geico gecko, myself, and Steven, one of the other local gays:


June 18th: Awesome date with an incredible woman, who just happens to be my ex girlfriend.. Yeah.. Mich came to see me in Arlington and we went to a restaurant called Hard Times Cafe which has the BEST wings EVER.

June 21st: Got tricked into an evil line of work. They said I would be a field manager for a grassroots organization. They lied. They forced me into servitude by being one of those obnoxious people on the street, asking them to help out Planned Parenthood by donating money. FUCK THAT SHIT. I did that for five years in college. I am NOT gonna subject myself to that kind of abuse again. If I wanted to be abused, I would march directly into the Supreme Court demanding that abortion remain legalized FOREVER. So yeah.

June 23rd: Quit the evil line of work.

July 1st: Moved into my new house!!!

July 2nd: Realized house needs some work. Also witnessed my first cockroach.

July 4th: Watched fireworks from the rooftop. I was absolutely surrounded by them. From where I was, I saw them at the National Mall, Virginia, Maryland, and everywhere else that people wanted to set them off. Also got drunk off box-wine.

Catch up on the rest later...