I find it funny that the only time I seemed to stick to blogging was back when horrible, awful things were happening to me. As though in order to be interesting, I had to have some epic story.
Anyways... I've picked up a second job DJing karaoke for a local bar on Friday nights, and I start tonight. This ought to be interesting... the chick who sticks to a deadpan voice, and hates people, trying to be upbeat and chipper, keep a drunk crowd happy and entertained.... I'm thinking lighting myself on fire might be a backup plan for when they get out of control. Thoughts?