Week 2

I never liked the idea of a journal blog, because quite frankly I think my personal life is boring. I mean, if I could choose to read my own autobiography or a neo-noir cyberpunk novel, I’m gonna go for the cyberpunk every time. But alas, if I do not post frequent updates, how will my dearly beloved family know what sort completely tame and uninteresting shenanigans I’ve been up to? So here goes.

This is a picture of my dining room. I like to live on the edge.

Well, it’s been two weeks now, and things are pretty swell. Being my father’s daughter, I am always on the lookout for ways to earn money on the side. So I poked around to see if there was a plasma donation center in the area. Not gonna lie, that was a pretty sweet gig back in college. You go read on a comfy little bed for forty-five minutes, and then they hand you some cash and a juice box and tell you to beat it. It made selling your body both fun and convenient!

…Unfortunately, my research has yielded nothing. Alas, if I want extra cash, I’ll probably have to earn it. Bleh.

So yeah, I’m thinking of making and selling dolls. Just last year I sold a pretty shitty doll for, like, 60 bucks. It’s not quite as easy as the liquid gold my body produces, but hopefully it will allow me to support my anime addiction.

This is a picture of the little dude that sold for bank.

In other news, I have been feeling that writing spark again. It’s less of a spark and more of an uncomfortable itching. In fact, I might just have a rash. But either way, I’ve been doing some writing here and there. Haven’t felt up to writing another novel, so mostly it’s just been really bad fanfiction. I want to start a webcomic, but I am hindered by my inability to render even the most basic of recognizable images. Still, that hasn’t stopped some people. So yeah, that is a distant possibility that I may or may not follow through on.

Hey, speaking of really shitty drawings, I’ve almost gotten all the art done for the base set of that card game I made. I say “really shitty” because I am finishing up the last of the cards that no one else was interested in drawing. So once that is done, I’ll be very happy for a few days, probably giggle to myself at random intervals, and just generally be on an elevated level of happiness.

As far as being a strong independent woman who don’t need no man goes, I managed to check all the fluids in my car successfully. I was pulling dipsticks and everything. I am proud to give my car a full bill of health, while also reminding it that I am not a licensed car doctor and it can’t sue for malpractice in the event of an accident.

That’s all I have to report for this week. Maybe I’ll take up some sort of self-destructive habit so I have something more interesting to write about next time. Anyways, hugs and kisses from Syracuse.