I Am Whatever You Say I Am
I think I'm just running out of ways to make my life quirky enough to be laughable. Don't believe me? Check out my current list of former occupations:
- Dietary Aide in the most Nazi-like nursing home in the world.
- Manager of an arcade. Yes, with games.
- Street magician. Yes, with cards.
- D.J. at a strip club. Yes, with breasts.
And now I'm stuck in the firey pit that is known as the cellular industry. This occupation alone has provided its share of moments.
I just have to figure out where to go from here.
Maybe someday I can just combine everything for the ultimate punchline. Although there's probably not a market at the moment for a D.J. at a strip club that serves food while doing magic tricks and telling kids not to shake the freakin' game when it steals their token, but what kind of a hero would I be if I didn't create one?
But I digress.
As for where to go from here, I think I'll start from the beginning. Dig out some treasures from the Xanga and polish them up, delve into them, and such.
It's funny, even as I type this, I have ideas. It's nice to have a spark back.