Nothing but everything

I’ve spent most of my day looking for a job. Either this economy really blows or I’m a total loser. I’m better both.

I watching Finding Forrester on and off today. I love watching movies about writing. It makes me want to write again… then I sit down at my computer and find I have nothing to say. And then, of course, I realize how absurd that is… I could write about growing up with my "crazy" mother, losing my mind, my recent graduation and what it all means, the loss of letting go of a friend who, despite being a horrid person and influence, I loved dearly; I could write about being married to a man who doesn’t understand me… and is in serious danger of never being able to, or about my sister whose Benadict Arnold ruitine is wearing thin, or about utterly toxic my father when he decides to grace my life with his phone calls. Still, I don’t feel like I have anything to write about… nothing of substance, nothing that matters.

So, in lou of writing nothing at all:

I hate looking for a job. I am qualified. I do NOT lie on my resume. And I am a fast-learner. Someone hire me, damnit. Someone just INTERVIEW me… I know you’ll love me. 🙂

That’s all I have today. I’m still working on my "catch up" entry… it’s just a slow process.