Remember the good times, Colt.
I've got a lot of things on my mind lately. I've been living back in Austin for three months now, and even though the room wakes us up to 40 degree drafts, it's really nice to have a partner to go run around with.
While I am still on the prowl for a job (preferably a sleek, sophisticated, professional writing job), I am still in the league for administrative jobs and the like. I've got a sassy resume, a cheerful disposition, and the eagerness of a 3-year-old who receives too little attention from her parents. I'm also working on really consolidating my writings, blogs, and articles to make me seem more than just a lady who is currently sitting at home making a Beach Boys cover song. Someone tell me I'm normal.
Until I do find a place that cuts paychecks with my name on them, I'm dedicating myself to blogging full-time for The New Movement and collecting old Elvis records to play while Jake and I make dinner together. I do lead a charming life when I think about it.
The rest of this blog today is dedicated to the silence of UTexas losing at the National Championship last night. Let's all take a moment to pray to hero amongst us, Colt McCoy, and for his courage in the game.
Hey, for a girl who never wore at UT shirt her entire college career, I've kinda gotten into it since I have a football boyfriend. My, oh my, how things change.
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