Brief essays that may or may not have any literary merit, or any merit, or tons of it, like a well decorated soldier of words, who happens to make ridiculous, yet gallant metaphors like that last one.
A "normal" guy. And an "anomaly". These two words do not go together...you get the point. I like writing, but it's a constant battle being you're own editor...i don't post a lot of what I would consider to be "my real stuff"
When I first moved to Baton Rouge, I was job searching for about 8 months. While I was looking, I worked as a waitress for one week (and I sucked). And I also worked at a stupid pet store that was smelly. Yuck. Good luck with your job search. I think you should be a radio DJ.
And by the way, is this that Suzanne that I met one time at church? Paula's friend? Hmmm.
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When I first moved to Baton Rouge, I was job searching for about 8 months. While I was looking, I worked as a waitress for one week (and I sucked). And I also worked at a stupid pet store that was smelly. Yuck. Good luck with your job search. I think you should be a radio DJ.
And by the way, is this that Suzanne that I met one time at church? Paula's friend? Hmmm.
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