It's Time to Type for Meaning Again.

Back in the day, I used to intern for a small branding agency in Philly. My day was composed of running fed-ex packages to the drop box, painting walls, washing dishes by hand, fu**ing up photocopies, and mishandling huge outside vendor checks. Not to mention arrogantly blasting hip hop music and begin chastised for it by the entire creative department.

But, it's where I developed a passion for creativity, as well as writing to sell. These days, I feel like that bug is dying, or dead, or was it ever alive? (Beckett-esque sentence just now, I rock.)

I haven't blogged since my medieval days on Xanga. Couple that sad fact with my creative spirit slowly dying from a combination of dehydration and paralysis, I decided to open up this one.
I'm gonna rant, rave, and reinvigorate myself through the medium that is the blogspot.

Get money.