Feeling Scared and Not So Groovy

I think my blog entries lately are becoming depressing. And I kind of want to delete some of them. Because who wants to be depressed about someone else's life? At least when I'm mocking my life, there remains some entertainment value. It's just I'm scared right now. Scared to get another bad job. And scared not to. Because I want to write and I want my t-shirt line to take off and I want the right guy to be just around the corner. And I want to believe it's all going to work out. But sometimes I wonder if it will. And I'm kind of a bad faker. In case you haven't noticed. Is anyone noticing?

Well, I thought I should acknowledge that I'm not delivering anything of value on the blog front. And I know it's kind of blah. So for that I'm sorry. And it will get better, I think. And thanks for still reading. Or skimming. Perhaps I'll post something slightly pornographic or perverse next time just to liven things up. I do have a picture of me blindfolded hitting a penis pinata with a baseball bat. Okay, maybe not. But I'll come up with something.