Submission time again and more rejections. I'm sending out God Save My Queen II stuff, too. The more prose-memoir pieces. Have no idea where to send. I sent to The Believer, a couple other places. Getting in The Believer would be a thrill on par with sexual thrill. We'll see.

Hello my lovelies.
Tomorrow is Monday and I am expecting so many things to happen next week. I am hoping for two call backs from two wonderful jobs that pay an exorbitant amount of money, but also have less hours than a standard job. Here is my planned schedule if I get those two jobs. (the two jobs are coexisting. They are for the same company, but one is for a branch here in Bakersfield and the other will be on the move at local high schools)
Monday through Friday I plan to have a part time job in the morning. Anywhere from 7am to 1pm. Then Monday-Thursday I would go to night classes from 5:40 pm-10pm.

can ya'll feel that b-a-s-s bass I'm back.
This entire week, I've been admittedly lame. Any attempts to get me out of the house have utterly failed, unless for trips to Blockbuster or the Vietnamese place 1 block over and 2 blocks down.
Frodo got back in town today. At 11, my phone rang. "I'm at Chicago-O'Hare," he said, "I'll be back in a few hours. When are we drinking?"
Frodo is my enabler, clearly.
At 3:30, Florida and I busted out the handle of rum. I'm about to finish a hurricane glass of pina colada. Tasty, tasty.
That Camo in my fridge? Gone by tomorrow, guaranteed.
In a little while, we're headed out for Mexican. Well, Florida and The Czech's girlfriend are planning on eating. Frodo and I will be drinking our dinners at the bar. Tuaca-ritas and rasberry margaritas with sugar-rimmed glasses... oh so sweet.
It's Saturday in the Lonestar household, baby!