fuck, actually cold, fuck

I wanted to write about how I am in the midst of the dawning of the age of Sagittarius and everything is going to get done and be okay but FUCK it actually is kind of cold today, shock of shocks. Rumor has it we may ever drop...just below freezing! Gasp. These people are not ready for it, but I'm REALLY not because I thought I was finally safe.

One other thing: um, reluctant as I am to confess, I have become utterly obsessed with myspace. Like, to the point of complete non-reason. On a positive note, it has totally facilitated having a connection to people that I may not see again, but at least I have some slight ability to keep track of where they are and what the fuck they are doing. However, when I just compulsively enter the names of every single person ever to have crossed my path...um, that's actually BAD. Or at least highly unconstructive.

Which brings us to my performance as plagiarist - the paper is due on Friday afternoon, and I have pretty much done nothing except find sixty pages of articles to research. My employer continues to behave super-erratically, ever willing to act as a public service announcement for why doing coke is bad.

I do, however, have a job interview tomorrow. FINALLY. And I've been applying to a shitload of places and just earmarked four more to respond to today. My money situation is getting pathetic, and the fact that I have been so comfortable doing so fucking little here is frankly terrifying.

Tomorrow will mark precisely two weeks standing between me and my 24th birthday. I'm currently trying to brainstorm so I can plan something so fantastically off the hook that all of Austin will be REELING! Brainstorming for this, which is totally unimportant for right now, completely unlike my contract paper thing. Perspective? Yes please. Reality? I think I'll pass.