Now I'm back

Yes. The triumphant return. The return that no one will know because no one will read this. So I've just graduated. And life looms ahead of me. Class free, for a while. I want to take me BA of creative writing up and down the roads and tell people that if I could do it, so can they. But they all can't do it. If they could college would be mandatory. And if they did it would make my degree worth less. So while I'm not as stressed (if you could tell) or pissed, I'm still looking out for number one. So I'll tell everyone how hard it is and how much they probably shouldn't even try.

Some things just never change. Now that I don't have classes and don't have a job (don't make that face at me. I'm actively searching for one unlike the search for osama bin laden) I should have a lot of free time. But instead I fill it with things that aren't that important. But being bored might just be the death of me. It's a cyclic spiral down. And I'm wearing pants right now. In summer. Hold one. There. One problem fixed. Put on shorts. Now let no one say that I don't actively fix problems in my life.

Wouldn't it be cool to see mountains?

I'm going to start reducing how many times I do the horrorscope. simply because I may use up all the good ideas if no one reads this. That would be tragic. Preach. That one's for you KV. Right. I need to do something else.

To all you homeslices out there. Keep on trucking'.

Working it (trying to sell myself),
LQ