Who I am, was, and may never be

I was a freelance writer a few years ago. Then, the economy crashed, and when I was offered a low-paying full-time job, I took it. So now I’m a blogger. It’s more freedom and less responsibility; all handjobs and no fingerfucks. Huzzah! I obsess over pop music and network television, award shows and year-end lists, criticism and witticism. And like everyone else of my generation, I obsess over myself. This blog will showcase my obsessions, save celebrity death. That gets its own blog.