Come On

Finally the silence… let’s rip the band-aid shall we?

This is real life. Real life sucks, and real life fucking hurts. But I figured real life teaches real things. A real lesson arrived after the confirmation of an ex-boyfriend getting hitched with the new girl on the block. What can I say? A man’s trash is another man’s treasure.

Now for the real stuff. If you’ll excuse me, I have a lifetime waiting for me.

Work Brief

Well, what do you know? It’s been a while since I - worked.

Despite the fact that I considered the recent art commission as work, it’s not the ‘normal’ kind of work most would see it as. Evidently.

So I had a self work brief about twenty minutes ago just to run over things so I won’t look like a clown in front of the kids tomorrow… or like an incompetent worker in front of the in-charge, for that matter.

As much as I loathe myself for saying this, I miss working, somewhat.

I guess this is me going into a week of cluttered shifts and earning some bucks for the connecting trip after we wrap up World Youth Day.

Eight days to Sydney.

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