Have I told you folks that I have a job interview in Virginia on Wednesday? It’s a whirlwind day because Tuesday night I get off work at 9pm. Then on Wednesday:
0600 - Fly out of Ft. Lauderdale (FLL) (Layover in ATL)
1005 - Arrive in Richmond (RIC), rent a car
1200 - Lunch with my friend Daniel in Petersburg
1330 - Interview!
1830 - Return rental car, fly out of RIC (Layover in ATL)
2300 - Arrive in FLL
2330 - Arrive home to go to bed.
And my work day Thursday starts at 9am.
And here’s everything I need to do until then:
- Pick out my interview clothes
- Print out interview questions
- Get a haircut
- Figure out what, if anything, I’m going to pack.
Yeah I give up. The song was literally nearly finished but it was such a piece of shit that I scrapped it. NOW NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW.
I’m writing a new song and I hate it because I’m trying to tap into emotions I thought I had but, surprise, I don’t. I’m over it.
Writing post-break up songs when you’re three years post-break up feels like a dumb fucking exercise.
Bored. Send me asks and I’ll answer honestly. Because why the fuck not.
In 2003 or so, a friend told me you could Google yourself. We all do that no but that was a bit of a revelation to me, then. So Google myself I did and the first thing that came up was a photograph of me in full Nazi regalia, complete with a prominent Swastika armband. I was smiling.
Why? Am or was I ever a ranking member in the Nazi party? No, rather in 2000 I played Admiral Von Schreiber in the Westchester Broadway Theater’s production of The Sound of Music and that was the only image of me that had made it online so far.
It’s not up anymore, and even if it were, it would have been outranked by other pictures of me, but it was a distressing thing to find on my first self-search and it may help explain why no Jewish women would go on second dates with me for a good while ten years ago.
TECHNICALLY my boss isn’t doing anything illegal. Per our contract, we do have until the 7th to get our paychecks.
HOWEVER, when we’ve consistently had our checks on a Tuesday, and now we have to wait? Seems very shady. As if she’s demonstrating that SHE’S THE BOSS and SHE HAS THE POWER and we’re under HER CONTROL.
Here’s your heads up: I pretty much hate every holiday. So I become an unbearable Grinch pretty much from October to March.
Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, Valentine’s Day. I pretty much hate them all.
My birthday is in December. I’m ambivalent toward it.