Sleeeep beautiful wonderful sleeeeeep.
September 2012
66 posts
Fabulous! Well, you do whatever the fuck you want, is what happens. You got a liberal arts degree, meaning you essentially got the key to the Kingdom of People With College Degrees. Opportunities await you in said kingdom that would not be available to you if you didn’t have a degree. However, you’re going to have to chase them down and possibly go through more schooling or at the very least more job training in order to get them. I highly suggest checking out the AmeriCorps program or, if you’re feeling more adventurous, the Peace Corps program. My understanding is that Teach for America sucks and you get no professional support, so I’d avoid that. But there are other programs that offer a ton of incredible work experience.
Don’t go to grad school unless you definitely need that degree to achieve a particular career goal. Otherwise, the financial burden and time commitment aren’t worth it.
Best of luck to you, freshly minted WWC product! And yeah, Evan Wantland kicks ass.
Awww, thank you! Well, I’m trying to cook up some new podcastery for when I’m in Los Angeles, and Marcus will be continuing the podcast with a new ladyhost, so I hope you’ll tune in to SAOHA and also to whatever the hell I come up with! xoxo
Just keep talking to the fellow, and eventually ask if he wants to get coffee sometime (or go to a ballgame, or whatever seems right.)
I actually don’t, but I know there are websites where you can find this sort of thing. If ever there were a BDSM town, it’s DC.
August 2012
11 posts
I am not a gay, although I admire their work. But I reserve the right to decide to be gay at any point, so maybe it could work!
Just mail it, girl. There’s no reason to reopen the wound unless absolutely necessary. You can see him one day if you are ready to see him again. And if you aren’t ready and don’t want to see him again, there’s no need. Long-distance relationships are the worst. You’re a human, not the devil. Don’t beat yourself up too hard. And read this: http://www.xojane.com/entertainment/defense-kristen-stewart
July 2012
33 posts
Alan Rickman reads Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
OH MY SWEET GOD
Thanks for listening! I’m a real pain in the ass sometimes, so don’t be fooled by my soothing voice. :) But really, I appreciate you writing.
Sometimes things aren’t as they seem.
What at first looks like a rat may turn out to be a fashionably small dog, or vice versa. A woman with interesting tattoos may turn out to be a man with an interesting penis. The coolest night of the year may fall smack in the middle of the…
Well you can always head on over to CaveComedyRadio.com and listen there…thank you for listening!
About 5 weeks ago, cancer declared war on me - thyroid cancer, papillary to be specific. If any of you are familiar with this — as statistics say an alarming number of you are — you know that this is the “good kind.” Curable. So I plan on beating it. Actually, I plan on kicking its ass. Because…
Go ahead and give it a listen, kitten.
It cooooould but he’ll have to come to you, not vice versa. Clearly, this guy is hesitant for some reason, and you’ve got to respect his space.
Thanks so much, hon! Your hair is fucking fabulous, BTW. If you want to email your home address to sara@sarabenincasa.com, I can always sign a funky homemade bookplate that you can glue inside the book! xoxo
There is no way I can’t support this.
