i just want to say

dammit! not to anyone, in particular. but to mr. trenten johnson in particular, the humongo faculty membro, or something like it anyway. congrats. i got turned down at the travelodge for a kid in a t-shirt and shorts. guess i need to show off my knees more. the sex appeal must have blown the manager out of his socks. i need to get more sexy knees and show them off more at job interviews. also i have applied at a number of other worthless summer jobs and no one wants me. yet. a college grad with only three months on his hands is not a hiriable commodity, it appears.

oh. big shout out to sarah, in london. and so on. i am just rotting here in provo. literally. rotting. oh, the stench... you didn't want to know. my characteristic wit has flown the coop.

i am working on what i like to call a "longer project" aka a novella. it is going pretty well so far. have a few short stories floating around in the literary journal abyss. a few more in various stages of completion. wish this could be my permanent job.

big ups to speshul K. for no reason, really. but she is pretty cool. and she actually blogs.

it has been raining for like, over a month here in wretched p-town. it is like, monsoon weather. like, it actually seems like, a rainy season or something. wtf. wtf. wtf. i think i am going to die.

heard there was an international blogger conference, at which said bloggers tried to defend the accuracy and quality of the reporting and writing on their blogs. no wonder i wasn't invited.

one last wtf to tide you all over. wtf. oops, that was two. oh well. you can never have too many. wtf.