In Her Shell
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
  Thoughts From A Stressful Week
Tooling along the highway, what if I get in a car accident and die? Oh, people would say, she was about to buy a house, but what about the person who just got married, just had a kid, had four kids, just got promoted, or was living her dream in some other way? It's always tragic; people attach these descriptors to the person's life as if it makes it more so, but any way around, it's always tragic.

Dear Barack Obama, will you go to a dance with me?

The job I want: everyone leaves me alone.
 
Comments:
i've been applying for that job for years now. i'm not convinced i'm making any headway.
 
I'm looking for that job, too...you would think a Ph.D in microbiology would be the perfect way to get it. You'd be wrong.
 
Please keep me updated; someone this week suggested 'writer' to me, which, hey, that's great, until you become successful, and then supposedly your publisher, your agent, etc.
 
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