Entry One

"Oh, Washington, D.C. - Neat-O! What are you doing there?"

I could say, "Unemployed" but it sounds dirty. I'm pretty sure you would have had to have a job first and lose it to be 'unemployed' anyway. I prefer to describe my current situation as 'prospecting', however 80% of the time 'begging' would be more accurate.

Hello. My name is Aaron. I am 23. I am moving to Washington D.C.

I graduated in May 2010 with a Liberal Arts Degree in Philosophy/Spanish (a recipe for straight cash) and largely direction-less. The hazily conceived 'next step' was wearing a crisp grey suit, power lunches, self-righteously shouting into a Blackberry, and getting your shoes shined while reading the Wall Street Journal.

Thus far, I have completed one of the above. (Its a really nice suit.) Otherwise, I'm in the midst of finding my way. I would lie if I was not to say I'm confused, slightly frustrated, with momentary bouts of lost. At this point, I just want to travel the Mediterranean peeling potatoes on the yacht of some oil rich Arab Emirate, but something tells me I have to become disgusted with convention first.

Plus, I already signed the apartment lease.

Enter Scott, one of my best friends and now roommate in our English basement apartment situated in East Georgetown. He is also 'prospecting.'

Whether you are family, friend, visitor, or yet unknown stalker - Welcome. Thomas Hobbes once said that 'opportunity + hard work = luck'. Follow along as I get lucky, or not. Regardless, it's going to be some type of ride and at least a half-decent story.

Also, If you find this poorly written or uninteresting, I don't care. My Mom is going to love it.

-Aaron