billy mays gangsta remix

Oh, Billy. Not you too! :(

Tanghi Argentini

Some of the subtitles go by a bit quick, but this is definitely worth watching.

Cleaning Out the Closet

I believe it's time to clean out the closet. And I'm saying that literally--not metaphorically; though, I suppose there could be some figurativeness to it. Maybe.

My place is just a bit cluttered and the surface areas would be easily enough cleaned off, but I think the closets need it too, so I suppose I'll have to get on that soon.

It's back to the job market for me. Allow me a sarcastic and cynical "Whoo." I'm just not super looking forward to hitting a 9-5 at someplace I hate. I'm hoping that I'll find a better position even in this economy. Wish me luck. I don't say "better" as if I'm looking for a place that pays more or anything, but a place where I'd enjoy what I do. Or at least tolerate it and not feel miserable going to work everyday.

I think I'll give it a week or two of just filling out applications and sending in resumes and that kind of a thing before resorting to hitting up connections, but I'm fairly sure that what it's going to come down to is connections. I did apply for this one job that would've been grand except that I couldn't have lived on what they were paying. It makes me sad.

Anyway, I have an eye appointment tomorrow and, hopefully, I'll be able to get contacts before my health insurance is up. That would be fantastic. It's not that I hate my glasses or anything, I just get bored of them I guess. I get bored of contacts too; that's why I switch from one to the other quite a bit.

I'm starting to think that I should use this space as a more classy writing zone. You know, someplace to practice my craft rather than merely conversationally discuss what's going on and how I'm going to work things out. Hmm, we'll see. How's about that? :|

I need to get out of the house. Yep.

The ting tings - That's not my name

Why not? Really?

Brett Dennen - Make You Crazy [ Music Video + Lyrics + Download ]

Lord as my Shepherd, I Shall Not Want

The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.

Grief comes in many forms. It comes not only in the separation of spirit from body, but also in watching one's dreams seem to fray, tether, and snap away.

I got my last rejection yesterday. I'll reapply in the fall. I'm disappointed and heart broken, but I am a writer and I will write no matter what job du jour pays the bills.

Here's my current plan: there are two programs I'm interested in with Americorps, I'll apply to those and if I don't get in, then I'll get a job around town. I thought that I could search for a job that I would truly enjoy country-wide, but, to be frank, there's someone that I'd like to stay in town for. No real reason to, I suppose, but I just have a feeling that they might need me.

In any event, I would be perfectly happy with a part-time job that could get me by for a little while. Most everyone else seems to be merely getting by as well, so I could certainly do it for a time. If it turns into more than a year, though, then it'll be a change of plans.

I'm trying to be open to destiny--to what is meant to be. I want to it to be well with my soul.

The Little Dragonfly

has trouble going to bed.