Tightly Closed Book My first blog. Be nice, darlings.

Don’t get me wrong. I love making enough money to eat and drive a car and replace the underwear and shoes my dog uses as a chew toy. I even love having somewhere to be every day that is not the inside of my apartment. And sure, there are nice people here, as there are nice people in every dark dungeon of LA crappitude wading through muck in persuit of their golden Hollywood dream, but nope, sorry, it’s finally happened. After one glorious month of employment, I officially hate my job and wish to never come back.