by Roxane Hudon
This is the sequel to How To Not Find A Job
Oh Hello again, world!
You probably remember me, I’m the 26-year old failure of a journalist searching for herself at the bottom of a scotch glass. Unfortunately, it’s not bottomless and when you hit the floor, you just kinda lie there for awhile, staring up, wondering if it’s worth the climb. It’s kinda nice down here, comfortable, you can yell things out like “I’VE GOT NOTHING TO LOSE, I’M FREEEEEE!” and no one will notice. Continue reading