saturday

It's raining again in Oakland, and my personal unemployment rate is higher than ever. It's Saturday and I feel like I'm on hold...waiting to hear about jobs, and waiting for acceptance from Mills (the college I hope to attend) waiting... Trent left on Monday, but not without mentioning that I seem like a watered down version of my old self. I guess because I don't write or drink as much whiskey as I used to.


Lets see...I'm 27 and, as I said, unemployed, gay, a wannabe writer, a minor klepto, and a major romantic who is seeking direction.