writing

about things I don’t care about. Writing about things that mean nothing to me and I hate them and they are boring. Doubting every word I put down because of how much she found wrong in my last one. It was so much. I really didn’t think she was going to hire me but she did. Now I feel slightly paralyzed by that responsibility. Doubting myself with every word. Too repetitive? Too derivative? I had a feeling for nearly a week now that our Halloween plans wouldn’t work out. Too much drama on their end. It’s okay but it’s still slightly disappointing. I want to go to a really fun gay Halloween party or something…. except maybe I don’t really, I dunno. So now it looks like it’s just the two of us, which is okay. We could go to a graveyard or walk through old town or just watch terrible horror movies while drinking, or something. I’m going to do my best to make it fun. Okay, I really need to get back to work and finish this article. Actually it’s not even an article. It’s a “buying guide”. A 900 word buying guide about buying accessories for your ID badge. I’m not even shitting you I’m getting paid $40 to write this. This is seriously my life right now.

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