Private Funding. Do It.
Though I have spent the greater part of this summer unemployed-which wouldn't be a problem if money grew on tree's or if I had a sugar daddy, but sadly this isn't the case.
With all this free time I have tried to better myself with writing classes, publishing courses, hanging in various book stores, art explorations, beach treks, recipe testing, neighborhood explorations, wishing I was in foreign lands and then just eating foreign food, dude-watching and sleeping for REAL.
When I do work, its pleasant enough, but its these odd times in between....when I start to look around the room n' wonder: WHAT.THE.FUCK?
I mean, I went to college. Got a degree. Didn't go into said field, nor do I plan on going back to school. Was seconds from going to culinary school, but realized that I still owed money for my undergrad ....and could have been making a shit-ton of money in said field (I got degree in) therefore being in okay standing with loan payments...and having a grand ole time in culinary school...
Would've opened my own bed n' breakfast in a quaint 3 story house located near a babbling brook and a town filled everyone who knows your name. I would be the in house chef, wearing kitten-heels and a sophisticated apron. I would have my second-in-command take over on Saturday afternoons as I shopped at farmers markets and grocery stores procuring our menu for the week. Have no idea what I would name my bed n' breakfast, just know that it would be quaint n' homey...and that all fights would be solved with dance battles.
.....hmmm...
So, I spend a lot of my in between time either drinking, sleeping or thinking myself a failure. What am I doing? Why do I feel like I am moving forward so slow that its like I am not moving at all? I have friends who are doing great things or on the verge of doing great things...and I feel like I am just talking about doing great things...
This could all be because I woke up at 11AM today wondered: what shall I do today? Laundry-nope. Re-organizing-nah. Write-maybe. Go to bookstore, drink coffee and then meet up with peeps at trendy Vietnamese spot-hells yes.
Wait...this isn't so bad. Now, if I can only find someone to FUND this lifestyle. I am firm a believer in hard work-and I am doing that, but a chick likes to luxuriate too. Its not like I want it to be some dude supporting me because that would entail dealing with that dude on a daily basis or something.
Just want someone to anonymously fund me...just cuz.
When I am working again next week, I will feel slightly accomplished...less loser-ly. I will still be seeking that private fund-er though- ooo now I am singing Tina Turner's classic 'Private Dancer' in my head. Good stuff.
With all this free time I have tried to better myself with writing classes, publishing courses, hanging in various book stores, art explorations, beach treks, recipe testing, neighborhood explorations, wishing I was in foreign lands and then just eating foreign food, dude-watching and sleeping for REAL.
When I do work, its pleasant enough, but its these odd times in between....when I start to look around the room n' wonder: WHAT.THE.FUCK?
I mean, I went to college. Got a degree. Didn't go into said field, nor do I plan on going back to school. Was seconds from going to culinary school, but realized that I still owed money for my undergrad ....and could have been making a shit-ton of money in said field (I got degree in) therefore being in okay standing with loan payments...and having a grand ole time in culinary school...
Would've opened my own bed n' breakfast in a quaint 3 story house located near a babbling brook and a town filled everyone who knows your name. I would be the in house chef, wearing kitten-heels and a sophisticated apron. I would have my second-in-command take over on Saturday afternoons as I shopped at farmers markets and grocery stores procuring our menu for the week. Have no idea what I would name my bed n' breakfast, just know that it would be quaint n' homey...and that all fights would be solved with dance battles.
.....hmmm...
So, I spend a lot of my in between time either drinking, sleeping or thinking myself a failure. What am I doing? Why do I feel like I am moving forward so slow that its like I am not moving at all? I have friends who are doing great things or on the verge of doing great things...and I feel like I am just talking about doing great things...
This could all be because I woke up at 11AM today wondered: what shall I do today? Laundry-nope. Re-organizing-nah. Write-maybe. Go to bookstore, drink coffee and then meet up with peeps at trendy Vietnamese spot-hells yes.
Wait...this isn't so bad. Now, if I can only find someone to FUND this lifestyle. I am firm a believer in hard work-and I am doing that, but a chick likes to luxuriate too. Its not like I want it to be some dude supporting me because that would entail dealing with that dude on a daily basis or something.
Just want someone to anonymously fund me...just cuz.
When I am working again next week, I will feel slightly accomplished...less loser-ly. I will still be seeking that private fund-er though- ooo now I am singing Tina Turner's classic 'Private Dancer' in my head. Good stuff.
I need this too, a Private Funder to send me to photography school in Paris.
ReplyDeleteYes! People need to realize how deserving we are of these things...I mean we are a few of cool chicks I know- not assholes n' toolkits like most.
ReplyDeletePRIVATE FUNDING '09-'10!!!!!!!!!
speaking of tools... i saw tool academy at the gym last night. imma have to go to the gym every monday!
ReplyDeleteoh man, I watched like 5 mins of them coming down the TOOL pink carpet and had to turn after the 20th pelvic thrust.
ReplyDeletei missed that part, just saw them crying and their girls giving them pieces of their minds, and the cold bitch in the front of the room who i think was like a couple's counselor.
ReplyDeletei like seing douchebags broken down with the truth.
dude, i like seeing EVERYONE broken down by the truth. its why i breathe!!
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