So maybe I didn’t do things the conventional way. And maybe I fell out of the esoteric lifestyle of my peers in my youth. But somehow I found myself here. An art school drop out in the bowels of Pennsylvania, surrounded by other 20 somethings who’s parents could afford to send them to college even if they did fuck up a few times.
My story is not unique. There were drugs and booze and weight gain somewhere along the road there were failed attempts at jobs and boyfriends and religions and eating disorders that just kind of landed me somewhere in mediocrity.
Now no no! Don’t go it’s not all a sob story, I swear its not all that bad. I have a job. It’s a decent job answering phones in an unfamiliar industry, but it pays the bills, and lets me take a few classes at a community college where I get decent grades and the kids like me. I have an amazing boyfriend. Who yes, is a working artist, I can’t seem to get away from those. We have an apartment. We love each other and we keep things working, even when it sucks.
But outlets are fun. So I’m gonna go back to blogging for a while. About the random shit I find, the random people in my life and maybe make a few virtual friends the hard wat. See what the hell it brings. More later.
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