Having lived overseas for seven years I’ve picked up a barely there accent that I don’t think too much about until times when I return to the states. Continue reading…
September
I’m an animal person. From the decade that I’ve been a vegetarian to my dwindling ability to visit zoos. And even more than being a general animal person… I’m a dog person. Continue reading…
My parents hate New York City. Continue reading…
Lots of people refer to my writing as a ‘hobby’, particularly during one of my ‘Why God why can’t I just make a living doing what I enjoy?’ speeches. Continue reading…
Down here in Australia us Yankees are viewed as mad patriots. Continue reading…
I haven’t experienced more than three weeks of a New England winter in nearly seven years. Living in Queensland, AUS has certainly made me soft. Continue reading…
I realize that my decision to plummet into poverty to follow my instinct seems far stretched to a few non-believers. Continue reading…
So I’m fairly certain this is the part when I shit myself… quietly confident if you will. Today I booked my sublet in Manhattan and my airfare to the states. As can be imagined, the hit on my pocket has already resulted in a few double shots of bourbon resulting in a string of ‘I can do this… Of course I can do this-es’ warbled to the puppies who aren’t entirely impressed about me going to begin with. Continue reading…
Today is officially my first day of ‘ain’t got no job’. The first thing I did was write a really angry poem on my RedBubble page. (See WRITING)
Then I went on Twitter and added anyone associated with New York to my ‘gschmidlin’ account. Isn’t that what they crap on about with that The Secret (aka common sense) nonsense? Continue reading…
I woke up this morning SO excited because it’s the last day of my present gig!
