happiness is a rainy day in seattle...

complimented by pearl bailey on pandora, to boot. i know i am biased in judgement, but seattle really is a beautiful city, and the rainy, overcast weather only enhances it. i am sure this seems counterintuitive, but 3 million people happen to agree with me, so, you know. shut up. not to mention the fact that i, lazy mclazerson, regularly shun the bus ride, actually prefering the forty minute walk into downtown instead. that's gotta count for something.

anyway, it's been a while and i thought i'd update you a bit. working with dd adults is pretty fantastic. i went in expecting a relatively sober work environment; that i would just go in, make food, clean house, wipe a couple butts and then head out. in a marvelous twist of fate however, it is nothing so boring or detached. my coworkers are insane and the clients are easily the most endearing people i've met in a long time. some of the daily antics include harassing the clients with squirt guns, impromptu dance parties to "this is why i'm hot", and my personal favorite: making fart noises and blaming the residents. there is a method to the madness - the clients end up laughing so much, they forget to be resistant to what we're asking them to do. it's genius, and i am really stoked to be there.

it doesn't pay well, which is the only drag. my well-meaning mother casually drops the college bomb everytime we chat. i imagine she would be wringing her hands if she didn't need one of them to hold the phone. and i totally get it. it would be nice to not worry about money. but unfortunately, the things i want to do with my life don't come equipped with a pension plan or stock options. as wincing and trite as it may be, i'd rather be happy than rich. and so...it's taken me years to settle on it, but it's become increasingly clear that my compass has been gravitating toward writing for some time now, and i'm finally beginning to accept that the literary world just might be where i belong. boldly going where so many have gone before, i am prepared to embrace sleep and social deprivation as a means to a hopefully famous and profitable end. or at the very least, an anonymous but accomplished end. we'll see how it goes, but you heard it here first. the great selenie is going to build the next great literary empire or die trying. in that regard - i've created a different blog for more, uh, i guess thoughtful? writing and not the flippant slop i usually post here. you can take a gander if ye wish: aminorempire.blogspot.com it's probably rubbish, don't say i didn't warn ya.

with that, i leave you your found item of the day: glorious.