My sex life, depression, disturbing dreams do not belong alongside my career.
It’s a shame because I am one whole person, and it is now a part of me, what it all adds up to.
But you know, I can’t talk about both in the same blog.
And I know some of my regular followers would enjoy the things I wrote about the things I wrote about my job (Oh I can be witty sometimes) but you know, it is not worth my job to write the things I wrote about my blog. Unfortunately dear readers. So from now on I’m just what I was before. Pretend I don’t have that particular job. Job, what job?
I’m just a regular old depressed sex addict / artist / musician who does not have a job with any sort of sense of responsibility or confidentiality. I’m just not around as much, because of my job, that I don’t actually have.
I’m not even supposed to get arrested for being drunk anymore.
Oh God. Responsibility. How did this happen to me?
To be honest, what I wrote was fine… just put it NEXT to all my other stuff and issues, and I’m tarnishing my good reputation and that of the place where I may or may not work.
I have made my decision, I’m sticking to sex and impropriety.
And I’m now going to disassociate myself from myself.
I am not who I am.
Just as well really.