Beth says it’s all about networking and I guess she’d know, seeing as how she’s turning into the queen of it. So okay, fine, I’ll network all eleventeen of you in:

I’m looking for a job.

Yes, it’s true, the life of leisure is getting old. Also, the severance check is running out and unemployment won’t cover my heroin habit and you have no idea how hard it is to get a lap dance when you’re paying with food stamps. It’s all about money, apparently. Who knew?

So if any of you superfantastic readers happen to know of a training gig out there that you could tip me to, well, don’t be shy about it. Or basically any kind of gig. I’m getting to the point where I can’t afford to be picky. Baby needs a new pair of shoes and daddy needs to be able to buy them for her.