My birds of a feather set is going live on Zivity tomorrow at 8am. My conciousness will probably be going live at the same time too, despiste the fact that I’ll be waking up at 6:30am to start the process of catching a BART train.
I’ve worked 24 hours in two days. This is EXACTLY why I held off applying to Zynga for so long…I knew it was going to be like this. No time for photo play time, but I’m definitely raking in the cash that I need. Every weekend is going to be a honest-to-god TGIF. If I see you during the weekend and I’m overly affectionate; it’s because I’ve been burning in the sands of QA life and you’re the tall drink of water I’ve been searching for.
It’s already begun; the viscous cycle of not feeling like I ever left work in the first place. I’m already falling back into all of my old “too much worK” habits. On the plus side I’m eating 2/3 meals vegetarian and I’m walking for 2 hours total each day (including hills) I’m also making bank, my food at work is free (including b/l/dinner), the BART commute is way faster than driving and motherfucking health and dental insurance. Fuck yeah? Fuck yeah.
It’s not helping that now that I have a job, I’m having girlfriend pangs. It’s also not helping that my ex who I’ve been avoiding tried contacting me today. Guhhhhh. I want a new, healthy relationship, not a fucked up one that will only gratify me for X amount of hours and piss me off later when I think about it for weeks. I’m cool, go back to the black hole of LA which thou came. I’m done with you.
Vegas was fun. Spending quality time with Izi and Jenn was much needed and amazing. It’s been a full year of seeing Jenn at least 1-4 times a week practically…and now that’s over. Kinda makes me sad, because now that I have no time, all I want to do is make time for her and other people. I think I’m a more intense person when I’m working, just because by the time I’m free of the clutches of work, I know exactly what I want, and don’t have a lot of time to achieve it. :p
Guhhhhhhh. I hope the rest of the year goes okay. I’m crossing wood and knocking on fingers. I don’t need another shitty repeat of events like the tail end of 2008 was. 2009 was good to me, and so has 2010 so far. Let’s keep the streak alive, life. Lest I punch ye in thou balls. Yea, verily.
Shooting naked ladies is fun, but the thing I enjoy most about shoots is quality time spent with the people I work with. I’m really thankful for being nearby a plethora of beautiful people with colorful stories and history. I’d probably be a much different person if I grew up in the cuts, away from all my favorite weirdos. I am thankful that you’re in my life, you make it richer. Woe to the poor man without nude muses and days filled with cemeteries and Fenton’s or late nights peppered with sushi and cat jokes.