Oh my goodness, we are half way into June already. Maybe not completely half way but damn close. Still no job and not even a prospect. Life is good ain’t it?

So I have found several new addictions, or at least, spins on old addictions. I have relearned my love for books, found some beautiful vampire novels to read. I’m on my third novel in three days, not bad huh? I’m not normally a vampire reader, too clichéd, to angsty, but I find myself very intrigued by these books. The author does a fantastic job of humanizing her, making me care about her characters. That isn’t easy to do. Heaven’s knows I’m still working on it. The books are by Laurell Hamilton and they are the Anita Blake novels if you are wondering.

So how has everyone been? I’ve lost myself to the mindless drudgery that is living at home being unemployed. I read (rarely write) and eat. Seems to be all I do these days. The occasional drumline rehearsal, for which I am eternally thankful, breaks up the monotony but that is just about it. I have the urge to work on a story tonight, I’m going to try to feed that instead of my mouth, maybe something good will come of it. Only time will tell I suppose.

One thing I have certainly learned in my job search, I should have tried for a god damned internship. Things would be so much better! Or I need to go to grad school and get an internship. That might still happen, but in the meantime I would really like to have a job without having to go through more school. I’m not real hopeful about that but let me dream please, I don’t want to accept reality if at all possible. I am still fighting the good fight in the meantime. Doing my darndest to live at home like an adult and not take my irrational annoyances with my parents out on them. Sometimes I just want to leap up and rip their throats out with my bare teeth. Not because they did anything wrong or bad. Just because I’m at home. And it doesn’t look like that’s going to change anytime soon.

And yes, I am a bad person.

On to more happy things…oh yes, that’s right, there aren’t more happy things. Happy things would mean getting laid, or at least a little make-out time with someone who gave a damn. I’ll keep hoping if you keep praying. This is what I want you to do. Go out and find a piece of booty and get off two or three times. Do it for me. Do it for you. Do it because everyone should get off two or three times without having to use a battery or their hand. We deserve it. It’s not going to happen for me so go, save yourself, don’t look back. I’ll be alright.

Oh yeah, and don’t forget the condom ;)