Twentysomething

So I've worked a month and one week as a freelancer and haven't gotten paid yet. The secretary was helpful. "You get paid every two weeks, on the middle and last day of the month, except weekends, and in that case, blah blah..." So

- Investment banking (miserable but gadgetry is a plus) to business school to finance shop (miserable possibly) to corporate strategy to own company (failure possibly) - Investment banking (blah blah) and/or finance job to business school to public policy job in developing nations - Freelance agency producer (hand-to-mouth) to advertising

I sat and stared at the grinning ivory totem, gleaming and bare. One hour. One hour and nothing to write. All that is going on and nothing to say. I don't want to say anything. Cause I run in circles and everything that I say has already been

Seems nice, huh? Yeah. So what's up? I don't know. Should I would I will I? Who? Me? What's all this? Maybe possibly could be hmm. Yes. No. Sure.

I'm all packed and ready to go, Forward, onward, let's go It's the same destination The same way, it's the same how Trust me, hon, it's just better this way Cause I got nowhere to go

i saw this poem on the subway: there are some unafraid to show how life has beaten them up, or down; they sit on the streets head in hands or stare anesthesized into dumbfounding spaces, crowd, rain others choose familiar artifice and carry their defeat like money they don'