Today I was standing in line at the post office, wearing a T-shirt that bears the name and logo of the place where I volunteer (it’s the shirt I slept in last night - I’m classy), and the woman behind me said, “I used to work there!” When I finally reached the front of the line, I asked the post office guy if he had any packages for me, and told him my address… and the lady behind me said, “AND I live down the street from you!” It was really weird. Coincidences make me smile.
Today I worked on an article for the sex website I write for, and submitted several more articles to a writing contest whose top prize is a paid writing contract for an online sex magazine. FUCK, I LOVE SEX JOURNALISM. I really do. This is what I want to do for the rest of my life. And be paid for, ideally.
The rest of my to-do list for today basically consists of sending some e-mails and then photographing a dildo. My sex toy photography sucks. I’m working on it, but I just don’t find it as inspirational or natural as photographing a person. But whatevs, it’s only a small part of my job.
What’s up with y’all?