Banjos are so cool.

Rats, I'm sorry to hear your heart is hurting. And, I really miss you. My bank account hurts but life is good even though money is not. I am still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up... so many ideas, so little interest. Journalism? That ship has sailed. Hairdressing? Cons: having to stand in stilettos all day. Pros: a profession that doesn't discriminate against tattoos. Tattoo Artist? Cliché. Homeopathic Medicine? With the amount of schooling I'd have to do, I could become a "real" doctor. Artist? I wouldn't know where to begin. I started this post a few days ago but since then I have experienced a weekend of shit shows that supersede career options. I'd love to share it all with you but I am afraid it's dripping with drama and I know how much you hate that, so I won't. Conclusion: There are a lot of crazies in my life -if like attracts like then what the fuck does this say about me? I don't know. What I do know is that I'm gonna call you.