killoggs will kill them I'm predicting...one day.....we'll all just bide our time....
ha ha....hahaha....HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!!!

this week's

last week's

i'm back. more on that later.

moreover, i'm unemployed.

media and non-prof folks out there, hook a lady up with leads/watercooler whispers, etc.!

i'm trained as an editor, but i also did grant proposal writing and fundraising for 4 years, and went to school for that.

(kindly disregard if you work at the CP.)

love and professionalism,
s

So the tickets are purchased, and of course - since i'm traveling via china town express the schedule is wacky. I'm gonna be in RICHMOND, VA (shouted like in that one Avail song) from saturday around 11pm to wednesday around 7am. Which means I'll be arriving in DC around 9:30 am.

What should I do all day in DC? I'll have my bike so I'll be mobile. Anyone wanna come hang out, ride around? That night I got plans to pillage with the pirates. Not sure the details yet, but i've been told it's gonna be a 'Fancy Beer Pillage' so if you're into it come along!

Then it's up to meet Josh, which I'm not sure how I'm gonna do. Wanna come pick me up from DC?

I need to get my hand on some bottles of RC Cola by next weekend. A case or two. As a backup, I can order them online, but I'd prefer to be able to pick them up within an hour's drive of D.C. Any ideas?

God... the fucking rain. It just keeps coming back, day after day. The air is disgusting and humid, you can feel the steam rising up from the sidewalk, elevating all the different smells of filth at our feet.

I can practically feel the beach when I close my eyes. I can hear the waves, and the murmur of other beachgoers who walk by where I fell asleep reading my book.
Whatever I'm reading has magnified importance now... I'm adding to my lifelong canon of summer beach reading. RL Stine to Roald Dahl to Stephen King to Vonnegut to Readers Digest Condensed Books to George RR Martin... all those books are stacked up collecting dust in my mind, in a section labeled "beach reading."
On the deck of the house, the mosquitos don't bother me so bad. They don't seem to come up here to the deck, above the stilts the house stands on. They all loom underneath, breeding in the swampy grass below.
I just smoked a fat mid-day blunt. As an afterthought, at the Dixieland convenience store, I tossed a pack onto the counter next to my booze and a crab claw lighter, as if I need another lighter. But I just lit my shit up with the claw, coughed, cooled my throat with a quick gulp of an icy cocktail, and sighed "awww yeah."
I can hear birds calling, but I can't remember which bird makes which sound. I just rock calmly, listening to the occasional breeze rustling the trees, and the unidentified bird songs.

None of that has happened yet. I'm at work right now, slowly organizing a spreadsheet, and waiting on someone to show me how to do something.
I'm proud to be here after last night... as always, my "one beer" turned into many beers, and my midnight bedtime passed by without notice. But when I got into bed, I sure did fucking fall asleep quick. And I got out of the house by 9 this morning. In decent shape. Here I am.

I'm getting my hair cut after work today. I guess that's exciting. I'll wear it down for one day, and then after I shower it will go back to looking halfassed.
However, it will look awesome when it's full of sand and dried saltwater.