Habit

This year seems to be running smooth 21 days in, and I still have yet to quit smoking. I've finally decided that while I'm deciding what to do with my life I'll make money being a prostitute.. no no. Better yet freelance. Although I'm not sure how to go about it, I figure I'd just do what all freelance writers do. Sell themselves. So this weeks agenda is to conceive a pitch plan. Maybe some faux article on things that never happened, review shows I've never seen. Talk about creative writing. All i have is this picture right hurr of me doing what I do best at work:
(at right, fig. 1 displays "playing cars")

Who wouldn't trust me to write a fine article for them?

peace
AG

testing

one... two
you know what i love about the net? that nothing is ever private. and everyone who is anyone can see it. kudos to you mr. internet service provider. kudos to you. and now i shall commence on a new fresh slate. here you go, call me a libertine, or a slut; cheater and liar never made a difference. maybe a big ol lesbo, a martyr. i matter. most likely im better than you. i am the shit. so take a big whif, cos you only get one sniff.