Ok i’ve finally had enough of this full time thing. Working 9 to 7 just isn’t worth it anymore; so at exactly 3:33pm today I am going to march into my bosses office and demand a 15% raise (which still makes me too poor to buy a new car) or I’m ‘onna skate, ya heard? Soo, fulltime freelance designer I shall be probably from heretoforafter! I think I might also pick up some extra work as an Extra. I think waiting around on a set for 3 hours will be better than staring at a screen for 10. And it will give me time to get out there and actually meet people! I’ve been in L.A. for a year and a month and 17 days now and have a pretty short list of people to call and say, “whats up!?” to on a Friday night. And I’ve actually begun work on my design portfolio site (believe it or not!) and will be soliciting art directing/consulting jobs in the Home Entertainment/Independent Film/Small-Medium Sized Music Label/Alt-Retail Clothing Design Fields. Surely someone needs a crazy like me to think up nutty ideas for them. Also I’ll get to use my Marketing/Promotions skillz that I developed in the music scenes around Lincoln and Grand Island and on campus with [adult swim]. I’m also thinking i’ll find out which studios keep an in-house art departments. It would suck (for me) to work for a network like Animal Planet but the guys that design for [adult swim] in atlanta have a pretty cool fucking job. Not everything I do right now is rad like The Wire or Blade Runner (that i’m working on right now). Some of the movies (like Otis) suck the devils nutsack. But I suppose I’ll be eating a hefty helping of bullshit now that I’m on the lam. (Lamb? L.A.M.B.?)

And if I finally fall on my ass I can always move back to NE and unplug my brain for a while. Maybe even use the Art portion of my Art Degree. I haven’t painted in forever! Sometimes (way too often) I just feel like doing NOTHING and just waiting for my brain to catch up. Maybe I’ll finally seek a bit of psychiatric assistance for the half-dozen little things that seem to keep me from being able to connect to other human beings. I don’t think I have social anxiety disorder or anything, just kind of a disdain for the average Wal-Mart customer. It’s bordering on bloodlust. I may just need a sacrifice. If I take out just one little sheep then I will probably feel a little better. I’ll just look for someone obese by choice, reading Left Behind, Watching Bill O’Reilly, Littering and buying Larry the Cable Guy DVDs with foodstamps. (Achoo!) So Nebraska is probably the best place for that. 400 miles of plenty of places to lose a body and I can’t imagine the police handle that kind of thing all of the time.

So I’ll tell you how it goes after 3:33 tomorrow.