I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way...why don't you get a job?

Today begins my job hunt. It has been fairly unsuccessful thus far. My dreams of working at Starbucks at four in the morning are slowly being masticated by the dream-eater, but Chick-fil-A is hiring. And if that doesn't put the zip in your doo dah, I don't know what will.

I miss my xanga

Forgive me, I haven't blogged very persistently since I was a high school sophomore, so I may start out a little shaky. I'm not particularly funny or interesting. I'm not here to entertain you. It's just this thing authors do; they make blogs. To save you from asking all those questions I know you're just dying to ask me, I'll answer them right now.

So, you're a writer?

Published? Heh, no. Just aspiring for now.

Oh, so you're one of those types.

Yep. Aren't we all?

So...sent out any queries? How are you actively pursuing you're goal to be published?

Well, right now I'm reading as much as I can. I have a lot of ideas. No queries. No manuscripts. I'm motivated to write; unfortunately, I have these little problems called apathy and laziness.

Is there anything I can buy for you?

Why, yes! Thank you for asking! I'd really enjoy those converse chucks with the sequins on them, and I'd really like the new Death Cab CD. Email me if you need my mailing address.

Stay sexy, my friends.
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