my escape
has finally been made, and well. mountains and valleys and anonymity and rich motherfuckers all around ready to drop their wads of cash right into my lap as i cook them posh food.

i've scored an audition at the local c&c equivalent, although sources have revealed that they actually pay their employees and that i should feel cheated if i get less than $14/hr. i dropped the name of my former employer, which is currency in all the ways i had hoped, and they immediately asked me to come in for a saturday dinner shift. i'm a bit intimidated.


i'm in a coffeehouse right now, and if you know me at all you probably realise that this is highly antithetical to my nature. middle aged women sit next to me discussing skin diseases, hippies out front smoking cigarettes and contemplating the nature of watered-down westernised buddhism, and of course the requisite laptop kids like myself have littered their belongings around the establishment and are quietly listening to their headphones.

but the burrito joint's wireless is on the fritz and this place has surge protectors strewn about specifically for us to jack into(!). also there are mirrors all over the place in here. it makes me feel nervous.

so it's beautiful here and the weather is great and i suppose i could regale you with tales of the freaky shit i saw weaving through west virginian mountain passes (which civilisation seems to have bypassed) but really you should see all this for yourself. charlottesville is ann arbor except that unlike michigan it isn't sinking into a desperate abyss of poverty and stagnant economy. everything is booming here. the grocery stores offer full health coverage, for fuck's sake.

however, i suppose i should mention that in true literary form, any utopia has a filthy underbelly and a network of horrors which secretly are to blame for all the happiness and cheap housing. in this case it's the fact that dave fucking matthews lives here and everyone claims to know him. disturbing, i know. apparently his manager/agent/tentacled p.r. beast is the owner not only of most of the major venues and several bars in the area, but also the restaurant in which i may be destined to work. but hey, i've never made any bones about the fact that i'm a money-grubbing whore, and if i have to feed the dmb empire in order to take bags of money from the stupid rich, sign me up.

god knows when i'll be wired again, so in the meantime enjoy the life, kiddies.