Location: 14:00 yest, being told to rinse and spit in Queens (again)
Mood: still sick
Music: The sun in your eyes made some of the lies worth believing
My brother’s in town and he’s helping fix somea the computers here.
Heartgirl told me recently that she doesn’t know what to tell people when they ask what I do for a living. S’funny, all of the women I dated’ve said the same thing. Mosta my friends don’t know.
It’s…complicated, how I make my money.
I’ve a particularly odd skillset but the funny thing’s that I’m very good at a several, seemingly unrelated things. But if I had to sum it up to in one unifying idea, it’s that I collect and process data.
Writing, in fact, is an example of my processing data; I take various disparate concepts, weave them to one (hopefully) coherent argument and distill that to a printed page.
On that note, I’ve gotta pick one of these skillsets sooner than later.
Him: (laughing) They’re no different than us cept they wear ties.
YASYCTAI: Organize your computer files. (10 hrs/2 pts)