I sold my tennis racquet today. For $25 dollars. I've been living on absolutely no money lately so it was kind of inevitable, but it was still kind of tough. The guys at the store were looking at it and admitted that it looked like a nice racquet (it's a Prince) but then one of them decided that it probably only retailed for $60 new. He asked me if this was the case and I assured him it cost me $180. Then he told me that it had cheap strings, which I assured him was also untrue. Finally, they decided that the best course of action was to look it up on the internet. They found one, brand new, selling for $140, which makes sense seeing as how it's a year old model. Sadly, I needed the money, so when they offered me $25 I had little choice but to accept the offer.
I figured that since everyone I used to play with moved away it wasn't doing me much good, but still it was hard to let go of. I have a hard time selling any of my sporting equipment, which sounds a bit weird, but it provides some kind of affirmation. I battle with the idea of being seen as less of a man because I'm gay, and having athletic ability somehow eases this worry. Oh, well.
I've been applying endlessly for jobs the last couple months to absolutely no avail. I have a couple leads, but I've had leads before that led absolutely nowhere. It doesn't exactly help that I don't have a phone. Or, you know, that I'm on probation.
In the realm of good news, I found out today that O-Face will be visiting soon. This excites me very much. It'll be good to see someone from the ol' Koppa clan. Also, I get to see Dallas and Eric in a couple of months which will be an enormous emotional breath of fresh air. I miss those kids. I miss everyone, really.
Finally, I was listening to "Oh Sombra!" by Electrelane the other day and took the time to find a translation of the lyrics, as I do not speak Spanish, and am now enamored with the chorus. The translation is as follows (as far as I can tell):
"Oh shadow of relief, that fickle flies, to make what's best in me be what I lack!"
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"Possibly Broken", possibly?
I still say we run away to Melbourne.
Err... Yeah, that. Clearly broken.
those pawn shops are a...racket. i'm sorry to hear about your woes. to either console you or dishearten you more, i can honestly say that i've sent out more than 125 resumes - with cover letters - out here. people wipe their asses with college degrees out here. they're worthless unless they're from harvard/mit/etc...
I might have an in for you at Yahoo! An old friend of mine works there...
i would really do anything for a job at Y! - mailroom, janitor, fluffer, whatever. my graphic design gig laid me off with about 70% of their entire company. so, if you would like to take a controlling interest in Aaron Inc., I would be thrilled for the chance.
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