i kinda hate the prospect of having a job. if i get this job, i'm probably going to have a 1.5 - 2 hour commute in the morning. i'm going to have to be up by 5 to leave by 6 to work for 9 hours or so to be back by 6 if i'm lucky. there is 13 hours wasted. if i'm smart, i'll go to bed by like 9 or 10 so i can get enough sleep to not feel like shit. that gives me 3 or 4 hours a day for myself. the prize? barely enough money to pay rent, insurance, utilities, food, blah blah blah. get a job, yeah, no problem. change your entire fucking life around, yeah no problem. enough money to get a pizza on the weekend, if you save cash by not eating lunch during the week. every month or so i'll have enough cash to go see a movie. FUCK. my fantasy world in my head is so much better.

yeah, so i'm complaining. i do it a lot. just tune me out, i'm ranting to myself. i'm also over exaggerating. i'll never be in bed by 10. i'll have enough money for 2 pizzas. i'll be a sleepless zombie, but hey who cares. who needs creativity when you can be a slave monkey working for loose change.

the job, i'm not sure about the job. its a job. we'll see how long i last. my guess, not too long because i'm a moron like that. these past months spoiled me, but where necessary. i would have killed myself if i had to stay around any longer. oh well, back to big people's life with the rest of the world. next 30 years of my life, here i come.

frivved up by Ben at 2:37 PM