In the event that it doesn’t, at least it looks like it’s written in Sharpie. This pleases me to no end. I really, really love Sharpies.
I’ve been seeing a term thrown around a lot on Facebook and I do not like it. Funemployment. I resent it. Granted, for the eight months that I’ve now been unemployed, I’ve participated in fun activities that I probably wouldn’t have been able to, had I been a working individual. Yeah, the activities were fun, but were the sleepless nights and constant worrying about money, jobs, and life a ball of laughs? And not just worrying about myself, but my family too, who are supporting me when I can’t support myself? I don’t think I have to answer that. Wow I am bitter.
Switching gears, I’m working on a screenplay now. You didn’t know? The working title is "Shit Stirrer"
The scene: Our basement
The characters: Frank, Blue, Parker, Me.
Blue: (sheepishly) So um, when you, um, go down to Florida, can I come or am I supposed to stay here with the dog?
Parker: Is someone talking about me? Can I have some food?
Frank: (chuckles) No! I thought we were all going to go together, of course you’re coming!
Me: That’s not what you said to me a few hours ago!
Me: Mom, Dad said to me, ‘I don’t want her to come along’ and then told me not to tell you -
Frank: I’m sure she believes this
Me: - but I’m telling you because I love you and I want you to be there.
Frank: Jesus Christ…
Me: That’s what he told me. (shit-eating grin on face)
Parker: I believe I asked for some food, assholes.
I can't wait to move to LA and shop it around.
Today is the day that my two beautiful friends, Ben and Jess, get married! I'm sorry I can't be there, guys (do you even read this??) and I am missing all of you today.
(We had not yet mastered the art of stealing our bride and groom friends away for a group photo.)