Unemployment is certainly not glamorous. Despite countless hours available in my days, I feel like I’m running in place in a Richard Simmons’ workout video. Yes, it all looks like a lot of fun and perhaps I’m exercising away the demons of unhappiness by grinning really wide and using jazz hands to greet my friends and family, but it’s just becoming a bit uncomfortable after two months. (And you see that? My brain is mush. I’m relying on Richard Simmons references to try and get my point across. But I tell you what — I shared an airplane ride with the man from New Orleans to Detroit once, and he just didn’t look as joyful sitting in first class in a suit even if his weird puffed out chest hair was still sticking out of his shirt.)
Anyway. All I’m trying to say is that I’ve watched about four billion movies; read countless articles; written approximately two bad poems; made wine-induced, unnecessary to-do lists; evaded tornadoes by writing poor parodies of pop songs; created ridiculous kitchen concoctions; and spent quality time with many, many dear friends. But I need a little something more. So, dear Universe, hit me.
In the meantime, I will continue salivating over these damn cute cupcakes I successfully made 6 dozen of last week. (6 dozen? Are you kidding me? I told you I need a job.) Behold, graham cupcakes with lime cream cheese frosting.
Thank you, mingmakescupcakes.yolasite.com.
