a dirty, free loving, refusing to be owned by "teh man" sort of goddamn hippy.
yeah, i got pissed off and quit my job.
what the hell sort of society is it that we dwell in where the rich are getting richer, the poor are getting fucked royal, and perfection is apparently attainable for the low, low price of $11 an hour? fuck off. for $11 i will take a minimum wage shit job where i am not responsible for the welfare of an overwhelming number of people and do not go home with an assload of baggage. no wonder there's been so many stats out about poverty these days...
that's another thing. people are people. they are not numbers. okay, so i'm a big fat, freedom loving hippy, i get it. but number five has a name, goddamn it. use it, or from now on they should call you "employee 4346432" or whatever it says on your paycheque.
anyway, i fear not the days that lie ahead. i think i've got my head mostly back in order, i don't have any retarded boy holding me back, i'm in the city, i have a bus pass. my friends are awesome (now that i've weeded out most of the ones with
on the subject of retarded boys - once you dump them, keep them dumped, for the love of the deity of your choice. fuuuuuuuuck. i didn't know it was possible to be so stupid immediately after you've dumped a stupid person (who dumped you in the first place, but that's another entry), but apparently it totally is. STUPID. and every one of these stupid people seems to get progressively more stupid, and i didn't start out too brilliantly. so i've decided to become a
so life is pretty good for now, despite the no job and being dirt poor thing. oh, to be a writer with a career school degree and a hatred of the real world. win! we took the baby to see santa twice this week and that was pretty fun though. so i guess i can't complain. lol.
anyway, some drunk people need to go to bed.
i am one of them.
ta!
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Oh Jenn....
I'm sorry.
Listen to and follow your heart, dear girl. And don't forget, you have so much talent.
Biiiig Huuug :) (Ahhhhhhh)
Keep in touch!
Drop by the office for your coffee maker, nukifier and desk. I'm done with the desk on the 14th, when I officially become a freerange graphic designer and office Wally.
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