Got a mattress pad for the first time in three years and I’m laying on it listening to “hot pants in the summertime” by dramatics and I feel like a teenage girl from the 1950s.
I shit on my television and haven't looked back
Fuck, still no job and really no prospects . I guess I’m actually going to have an enjoyable summer minus the moolah. But as they say mo money mo problems. Being home reminds me how much I truly dislike the town I live in. Everyone is so fucking white and revels about it. When I walk around I can see the entitlement just beaming from kids and adults alike. Sometimes I can even smell it...
When I think of jobs I think of Craig’s dad in Friday saying “the word today is JOB. J-O-B.” I think getting the job is worst aspect of any job, its such a horrid experience filling out all those fucking applications. It’s like “how can I sell myself to this company so they buy me?” What the fuck kind of thinking is this? Now drug testing may be the most evil...
So this is the first post of my tumblr thing. I kind of just want to continuously write “FIRST FIRST” like those lame motherfuckers you see on youtube. I guess people really need to feel like they’ve accomplished something in their life, especially those who fervently comment on youtube. My life just went from 60 to 0, as I just finished sophomore year of college. Met a lot of...