...come on now young lady, get it together...
I'm 22. It's been over six months since I graduated. I've been lazy. This coming week, I'll be blogging like a mad woman. Job hunting like it's my job, and all the while, smiling because the zombies haven't attacked.
Okay, there is no such thing as zombies, but still. It's a good life I live. I need to be diligent. There really is no point to this post, except that, after being oogled by so many drunk assholes and random Ford truck owners, and having zero dollars in my bank account, AND still living in my parents basement...I need to get my life going. It's all happening. It's all there, I just need to get the pieces in the right order. A puzzle. I'm ready for change. I think that's what has taken me so long to find motivation. I wasn't ready. But I sure am now, I'll tell you what. Going to New York, and seeing life from a different perspective, really lit a fire under my big butt.
I'm going to do this. I'm going to get what I want out of life because I set forth the effort and ambition. Plus I'm cute and crying gets me almost anything because I can be totally pathetic.....BUT that won't always work. I have to vary my tactics and stay on top of my searching for a job and home and furniture and man of my own. I'm hard to please. I'm in no way imaginable high maintenance, but I am particular about what I like and do not like. I'm hard working and soft-hearted. I'm me. That's got to be something right?
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