…take away the stuffing and neither one is as good.
Too late for a Thanksgiving blog post? Yeah, probably. It’s not like I really do Thanksgiving anyway. There’s just something about the federally-recognized deodorizing of genocide that makes eating a Turkey marinated in a broth of its own filth and some delicious nitrites seem a little…silly.
Sometimes I forget all about this blog until I have one of those delicious little experiences that I really can’t tell My boyfriend or best friends.
Like I said, I don’t do Thanksgiving. I’m not exactly what you would call a cultural preservationist…quite the opposite. My upbringing was a white-washed one. Still, I’m a huge believer in not doing anything pointless and excessive.
Excessive stands so magnificently well all on it’s own… in the right setting.
Right setting being the operative phrase…
Ever since I moved to TX, rosie has been begging to come visit Me he-r. I’ve been keeping My distance though. It’s always fun to make he-r feel worthless and unwanted before I cook up a months-long cocksucker’s dream/nightmare scene for it to try and get out of. That’s not the case this time though.
That slut and he-r lobbying pig pen is into some things I conscientiously object to as of late. Not really going to go into the specifics but if it’s enough to make Me depart from My Buddhist gone rogue notions of right and wrong, believe Me, it’s bad. That and I’ve been busy.
Not just the “fuck off” type of busy either. Genuinely busy and occupied trying to figure out what to do with myself during these increasingly awkward post-undergrad years.
My degrees are in Political Science and Journalism. Since bachelor’s degrees are the new high school diploma, the choices are:
- Be a newsroom production assistant/grunt alongside some 30-something boomerang kid whose parents made them choose between that job or homelessness.
- Answer a craigslist ad for an account manager position at a self-described “boutique PR Agency”. Only you realize during the interview that boutique apparently means attic apartment and that Public Relations has been reduced to posting craigslist ads and writing articles on shill sites in the minds of so very many of Atlanta’s small business owners. I never even brought out My writing or press kit samples during that interview out of fear that I’d probably get mugged for them.
- Set up a few relevant blogs hoping that they’ll be a great way to showcase your skills with some of the more established magazines or newspapers that have an online presence. Only you realize that everyone in your graduating class, the one before that and the one before that…at universities all around the country had the EXACT same idea! So you just send all those blogs to an early adsense grave/hell and hope for the best. Awesome.
- Do the “logical” thing and get a professional degree. Everyone looks better on paper with a few letters in front of or behind their name, so I opted to go the law school route. Law school everyone’s doing it!
Law school…everyone’s doing it. That’s part of the problem. Everyone from twenty-somethings, out of work 50-somethings and even a few 60/70-somethings who are cramming for the biggest final of all.
The first group of friends I made when I moved was with a 3L and her fiance who graduated 3 years ago. He’s jobless and under a pile of debt from the whole experience. Not to mention his adderall addiction. Nice.
When My 3L friend introduced Me to him as a 1L, the first thing out of his mouth was: “Now why would you want to go and do a thing like that?” For three months, it seemed like everywhere I went I’d meet someone who was also in law school or who had graduated a few years ago. Have I met any successful practicing attorneys? A few, but that all graduated before I was in the 6th grade!
I’m not into feeding the Sallie Mae machine so I cut the impending six-figure losses and withdrew. Ever feel impending doom taken off of your shoulders? Yeah, that’s how I feel now. My aunts, especially the one I lived with My last year of high school, are livid. Guess they’re going to have to find some other way to taunt their friends with adult children who are indefinitely camped out in their game rooms and sleeping on air mattresses. So now I’m just going to travel and fall into something. I’m no fatalist, but I’ve got faith. I’m thinking the Mecca of that faith is in Oslo. Going to check kayak.com right now and start planning My pilgrimage.
Signing back into Niteflirt in 2 hrs. In the meantime…
I’m increasingly becoming a Glenn Kessler fan… check out his latest.
Also, to the drive by- tribute mystery slut with the micropenis who is more generous than I’d prefer with the pics: Send this week’s tributes here . I’m full from you, give someone else a chance.
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