I'm realizing slowly but surely

this is the life I was destined to live. By destiny of course I mean a carefully crafted schedule of classes, a brilliantly impeccable resume of lies, delusions of grandeur, and years of tortured soul tantrums with ex-lovers, leading unpredictably to overly poetic penmanship. Nonetheless, it's nice to realize my past can very fortunately effect my future, and that freedom from a fettered childhood is the most invigorating thing.

944's June issue came out today, and it was surreal seeing yours truly in the Masthead. Granted, it was 5pt font under the title-minor contributors, and one of the last in over 50 names, but hell, I wanna gloat k. Unfortunately, I have to miss the release party for I've recently surrendered my evenings to the man. Doing what you love apparently costs an arm, a leg, and $4.25 a gallon for gas.