Me, okay?

Like I said in my last post, I'm unemployed.  So I have a lot of free time on my hands, obviously.  I live in a glorified like free-standing one bedroom apartment.  Tiny, maybe 400 square feet?  That's just to say that I even run out of stuff to clean about 2 hours after waking.

One of the first things I did as an unemployed person was give myself a make-under.  Took out any offending piercings, tried to make myself look... hot?  Presentable?  Really, there's no different.  Even if a straight woman were to interview me, she'd prefer I be hot.  I'm not her nanny, so I need to be fuckable because really that's what it boils down to.  Not my bullshit sheets of paper touting my supposed skills and accolades.  Anyways, this was the result of said make-under:

Look at how goddamn pleased I am.  

I look so dreadfully boring, but really I've written about 8000 words in my novel, made 3 sets of earrings, sewed a shirt, patched my cardigan, and that's just tonight.  Okay, only about 700 words tonight, 8000 total.  I mean, it could be worse.

-S