During the last five and a half hours of my DJ shift I have written six different blogs. They all sucked. I have no idea what to write about.
The first blog was a opinionated rant about plumbers, the second was a poem about child molesters, and the last, a love scene between a beaver and Skully from the X Files. I’ve saved them all and maybe one day will release them to the world, but as of now they are not up to par.
I’ve been working 45+ hours a week and think it blows. In all reality, with the current money I’m making as a DJ at Planet Hollywood, I would have to work for 50 years before I had the kind of money I need in order to live the luxurious life I would like to have. Sooo I recently informed my lovely employer I will only be DJing three days a week and will still continue to MC private parties on Saturdays, as that’s where I make the most money. That will leave me with three full days a week to write, promote my site, and do jumping jacks. I’m sure I’ll spend most of the time doing jumping jacks, but am going to try to spend at least one day a week going around New York to promote my site and meet some friends. Who knows, maybe I’ll run into you. Maybe I’ll just get raped by a gang. Either way, it’s gravy.
Sharpening my promotional tools,
Daniel Dickey
