Since graduating from university (where I took the most leisurely course of studies) I've been offered a few jobs, all of which I've turned down. Why! Why would I do this? I'll tell you: leisure. It's not any more complicated than that.
This means that I'm high and dry financewise- not a bad thing. It's freed me up to pursue more simple pleasures, which are always the most leisurely fulfilling. I spent much of the last two days in my bed, alternately snoozing and reading The World According To Garp, a truly fine book by a guy who probably doesn't get it, leisure style. Today I'm off to Edmonton for some degenerate entertainment. Hopefully I can sleep in the car.
Some of my leisure pals have disembarked from the gravy train for more strenuous pastures; indignantly, I said farewell.
Despite my devotion to repose and dear Vacuna, I'm looking for a job. Hook me up, reader.
I plan on attending the MAY MELT concert dust bowl in Inglewood 'pon my return from the wildlands near Edmonton. I'm gonna blog that shit. If only to try and finagle a press pass. LEISURE OUT
