Right. I'm finally attempting the "Get thee off thine own ass" school of freelance work, as opposed to the "Sit thee on thine ass and wait thee for work to droppest into thine lap-like region" vibe that I've had going for the last several years. A travel publisher is looking for freelancers to do updates on some of thier guidebooks, including one for Chicago. So I sent in a sample blurb, my resume, etc., and I'll see if they like me. Not that I'm going to let my entire self-worth get tied up in whether or not some random person I don't know and probably wouldn't respect picks me out of a bunch of god-know-how-many qualified people to use and abuse me and probably not pay me very well to boot. Of course not. That's what sex is for. Um, except the payment part.

Check out little.yellow.different. -- the IM converstation made me laugh my ass off. It sounded .... hauntingly familiar.

Wow. Prostitution and porn in one post. Um, can you tell my parents are far, far from a web connection at the moment?

Yes, I realize how pathetic it is for a 31-year-old woman to be saying that. Sigh. More therapy for you, my dear!