I Want to Live Outside the Box.

I have decided that because I don't have a job and I'm in Grad School. 30 and in grad school. Sometimes that really depresses me. But it's a curvy and roundabout road to our final destinations. Maybe I have to re-read The Alchemist, that might cheer me up.

I digressed. I want to be a consultant. Not for anything specific, just for everything. I have a phone, opinions and I'm relatively bright. One of those "outside of the box" thinkers. I had planned on trying to get a teaching job in September, but so far the only place that has openings is in Compton. Fuck that. I'm not a missionary and even if I were, I still wouldn't go to Compton. The best case scenario for honkey boy me would be a severe beating. I would only visit Compton if I was offered thousands of dollars a week and a Swat team escort to and from the school. I'd probably get shot or stabbed by some 6th grader because I gave his sister a bad grade on a spelling test. So that's pretty much a wash. I'm still hoping to hear back from some of these people who I have offered or have written copy for. That would solve many money problems. I was having a bit of a pity party the other day and I was trying to decide if I was wasting my time with this blog writing. But it's an outlet and it's therapeutic and I've met some really talented people through my posts. You know who you are.

I have to drag myself up somedays to get anything done. Especially now that I'm posting to my blog constantly and getting back to writing that novel. I may just post the chapters as blogs when it's further along. I'm really happy that Penny and I are getting out of town and going up north to relax in Calistoga and attend my friend A's wedding. She's one of those dots her letter "I" with little hearts type of people. She claims that she has an angry side, but she doesn't. I didn't know there were people like that. Her fiance Ryan and his friend Bryan never bothered to stay in touch with me after I stopped working with them. I'm still glad I had them at my bachelor party because that was a great experience. I think I need to enjoy friends and memories for what they were and not lament that I've lost touch with people. That's natural. I think that's one of the reasons that people get married. That ties you to somebody who agrees to grow and change and not leave you. It's a really comforting thing. And, unlike say... the Spirit of Jesus, it's tangible. I'm all over the place with this blog as I was at my bachelor party. Maybe it was the assorted recreational drugs that sent me into what I could only describe as a zany and upbeat Colonel Kurtz state of mind. We were in a boat in a Lake in the Middle of the Desert. It was trippy even without the party favors. I still have the scar on my foot. F.Y.I. Tequila is a much better pain killer than Mary Jane. And taken together they actually make you quite numb to any discomfort. I thought it was "cool" that I had gashed my foot openon a jagged shell. I think I'd really like to get a group of friends together like that again. There is something great about not having to think about how you're going to get home. That's why I've always been a big supporter of Pajama Jammie-jams. Plus girls just look cute in pajamas. I need to find some feetie pajamas that will fit me for the next Crash-Over party. Sleep-over sounds too prissy, like, we'll be playing spin the bottle, having pillowfights and practicing kissing on the back of our hands. That's what I always imagined girls doing at their slumber parties. I think I first have to figure out who my immediate circle of friends are. These days I have about four close friends and a dozen guest stars on the Krankiboy Show. I think the problem with the show is that there are too few regualrs and just too many wacky neighbors and guest stars. You can't get to know them when they're only on for a minutes every couple of episodes. So, if you'd like to audition for a part as friend there are some roles I still need to cast. Right now it feels like I'm staring down the barrel of a long hot summer. I think time away from LA could go a long way towards helping me shake off this haze of funk that I find hovering around my head lately. I just read back some of what I wrote. I'm horrified that I compared my life to a television show. I'm going to shower off my shame and try to purify my bad analogy sins.

Greg the Boyfriend is finally writing interesting posts again.