Thursday, June 16, 2011

Right about now...

I have the same disposition as a cat choking on a hairball. I just want to hack up the thing that is aggravating me (unemployment, anyone?) and then spend the rest of my day figuring out how to escape from the house the same way other humans do. Just how the heck do they do that? Through a hole in the wall? Can I walk through the wall? How about this glass door thing? The sun is getting through, there's got to be some way I can...

ABlahahagagaihgag!

Ok, so that sucker's come up now. And it's time to eat. So I have completely abandoned my mission.

what in the...?

A couple of days ago I was staying in this wood house secluded in the high blue mountains of North Carolina, right at the tip above Georgia. I walked out around 2-3 am and watched the fireflies flickering in the bushes, drinking my corn whiskey, and every so often, alternating to the REAL stars in the sky. I could see the galaxies. Right then and there, I knew I'd rather roll myself over the cliff of the tallest mountain than have to come back home. Georgia's job market is down the tubes, and I've applied to the same places in my area about 3 times, ne'er so much as a call for an interview. I'd at least understand if they didn't want me after seeing my goofy face, but my credentials and skills are almost more immaculate than the stars I was looking at; if I have a completed degree I could take on the world!

I better pause there, because the stress of nearly 8 months unemployed and feeling like you're riding on your almost-famous rock star boyfriend's coat tails [because of the fact] is already killing some brain cells.
I'd also like to apologize to you, Marcos. I don't get notified of comments/responses so I had no idea you'd been actually paying any attention to these things. I also hate Facebook for it's vacuum effect on people's ability to make a real connection with a human over an inane status update and plan to avoid it, but I noticed you were M.I.A. there. How's the pups?

PEAAAAZZZE-ZOUT!