They say, "Toe the line." I say, "What line?"
ALRIGHT. Time to update.
First of all, I am both loving and hating my new-found ambition. Loving it because it's what I like to do and what I've always wanted to do; Hating it because it's full of mountains and ocean trenches as the arts world always is, and because I risk wasting all my resources and efforts on something that has a 20% chance of working out (I'm in a good company, but locally, good guys don't get shit), in so doing accepting the opportunity cost of an accepted job with a good paycheck.
Adding to the whole risk-shmidtzh is the no-reply status of my former employer.
Hold on a minute while I breathe. And while I check the previous paragraphs for telltale information.
No wonder I'm turning to online erotica lately.
Yeah, you read that right. Online erotica. Online women's erotica to be exact. Not porn, (un)fortunately. My computer has a block against illegal sites. If you don't know the difference go wikipedia. To be honest, it's a molecular-thin line.
Most times I'd say I hope my mum doesn't find this blog, or I'd just delete that comment, plain and simple. But I have to say, I think my mum half knows. Or at least suspects. When your window faces your parents' bedroom, drawn blinds can be very suspicious on your side.
And now I can foresee a flood of spam on my tagboard. Damn.
Hey, I still play by the rules of this society, okay? Just because I read about stuff doesn't make me a practitioner. Don't get any ideas.
First of all, I am both loving and hating my new-found ambition. Loving it because it's what I like to do and what I've always wanted to do; Hating it because it's full of mountains and ocean trenches as the arts world always is, and because I risk wasting all my resources and efforts on something that has a 20% chance of working out (I'm in a good company, but locally, good guys don't get shit), in so doing accepting the opportunity cost of an accepted job with a good paycheck.
Adding to the whole risk-shmidtzh is the no-reply status of my former employer.
Hold on a minute while I breathe. And while I check the previous paragraphs for telltale information.
No wonder I'm turning to online erotica lately.
Yeah, you read that right. Online erotica. Online women's erotica to be exact. Not porn, (un)fortunately. My computer has a block against illegal sites. If you don't know the difference go wikipedia. To be honest, it's a molecular-thin line.
Most times I'd say I hope my mum doesn't find this blog, or I'd just delete that comment, plain and simple. But I have to say, I think my mum half knows. Or at least suspects. When your window faces your parents' bedroom, drawn blinds can be very suspicious on your side.
And now I can foresee a flood of spam on my tagboard. Damn.
Hey, I still play by the rules of this society, okay? Just because I read about stuff doesn't make me a practitioner. Don't get any ideas.
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