starving in march

my job sucks. not only do i get kicked in the vagina regularly, sometimes get my nips twisted, but i am officially working 28 hours the ENTIRE month of march. (in case you couldn't guess it, i teach swim lessons). that's right. twenty eight hours. twenty eight hours a week is still considered a part time job. so in what category do i fall now, a sometimes job? i keep telling myself that the only reason i stick with it, is because it pays really well. but it pays well on an hourly basis, so if i don't get any hours, then i guess it really doesn't pay well at all. i think it is finally time for me to suck it up, take a risk, and find a new way to support myself. and in the interest of looking on the bright side, maybe not being able to buy groceries will be a great diet plan.

and so it begins...

i feel like i need sort of an introductory post before i jump face first into the crazy things that run through my brain. i'm completely random, a little bit weird, and occasionally i think i might actually be clinically insane. but, beside all those difficulties (and not to toot my own horn) i am kind of cool. i mean some people like me. anyway, welcome to the written documentation of just how bizarre i can sometimes be. hopefully it will reach out to others, who will think, "hey, i'm not the only one." and if not, at least it gives me something to do. enjoy!