Circling the doldrums, so I decide to plea.

My Man Piece has only been gone a few hours, but already I am Sulky McSulkerson.


<Enter rant here about not being able to get a job so I can move to Wellington and be with him and also how awesome it would be to have money again>

Also wanting to gorge myself on bad foods. I am already thinking of ordering Hells Pizza for dinner.


I’ve already had McDonald’s – Bacon and Egg bagel – for breakfast (not to mention the plate of hashbrowns for lunch)

*decides to send out plea to any journalism organisations residing in Wellington*

Dear Media of Wellington,

I’m awesome. I write well and I want to move to Wellington.

Did I mention I’m TEH AWESOME.

Hire me, please.

Yours faithfully,