august

well, i finally quit my job. it was just over a week ago when i walked out of that prison, down madison avenue under a blue sky, feeling like a free bird. by the time i got back to my apartment though the sky had gone dark and it was starting to rain. my boyfriend and i hopped in a cab to a mexican restaurant we had never been and we got drunk in the middle afternoon to celebrate. the night took many winding twists but i remember feeling like i was finally going to live the life i imagined and be free and artistic and happy.

then the next day came. turns out that the day i quit my job is the day my mom found out she has cancer. now nothing seems right with the world. and my mind is consumed with far greater worries than coming up with a good tag line. 

so i do not have a job and my  mom has cancer. there is no floor. things just keep falling out from under me. i can’t say much more than that.