I applied for 6 jobs today. Already I’ve gotten 2 auto-replies, which probably means I’m not going to get any of them. But I must keep a positive attitude! I’ve been wallowing for long enough – time to stop being slovenly and get a frickin’ job if it kills me. But since I still have some time to kill… I’ve decided to listen to every CD I own in alphabetical order….

So, I’m sitting here in the middle of the afternoon, drinking vodka and raspberry lemonade (because, yes, I am still unemployed), and it occurs to me that I need to update my blog.  Shortly thereafter it occurs to me that I need to catch up on everyone else’s blog. Immediately after that, I realize that I haven’t linked to anyone else’s blog from my new site. So I fix the…

I really don’t want to be that guy who only gets one blog entry done per month, but there are just too many things trying to distract me. However, in effort to thwart the evil plans of my enemies, I’m going to write about these “distractions”. One per day, until I can’t think of any more. Okay, maybe one every other day. I don’t want to overcommit to anything. But…

Right about now I imagine you’re probably thinking that Hell has frozen over. Yes, I’m back online (for my journal that is, I’ve had connectivity for a while). So where the fuck have I been? Well, I moved to Portland, and have been looking for a job. Mostly that’s about it. I know that may not seem like much, but it’s enough. Having moved all of my crap, even after…

So I’m watching T.V. last night, and what do I find on the Discovery channel but a show about body piercing. Now, I’ve seen my share of piercings, and don’t really have a problem with them for the most part (yeah, I think some of them look really bad, and quite possibly turn the whole “self expression” thing to a level of “just look at me, damnit!”, but that’s another issue…

Think about death often? Not romaticized death, the T.V. and film death that always seems to have some kind of greater moral implication. I mean actual death. Not just nameless death either. The death of someone close. Someone you know. I don’t. At least, not in an un-romantic way. I think about grand deaths quite often. Like, what if I were to die in a public shooting, trying my best…

In a manner much befitting of Sundry, I’ve spent most of this weekend watching movies. My girlfriend is out of town, so I pretty much have free reign to just pick and choose as I will. And that’s exactly what I did, walking through blockbuster, half-drunk. Hmmm… Someone like you, that sounds like it might work, who can resist Ashley Judd in skimpy underwear doing a cheerleading routine. Half Baked, that’ll work, sounds good…