Too bad. You suck.

I have been pretty upset by the whole crappy economy lately. I feel really awkward that I'm going to try to get a job that I should have worked 6 years ago. It feels really weird. And I'm really getting tunnel vision about it. It's very hard for me to go out and ask for an application at fast food places and retail places. When I graduated from high school, I already had a job. It's really weird to be unable to find a job anywhere except fast food or retail. And my realization last night that I've probably screwed myself for going back to school yet again has me wondering when I'll ever finish school. I'm going to be 25 next year. Twenty fucking five! WTF??? I've heard that's the year when everyone has their quarter life crisis. I know I will have one. I will still only have maybe a freshman year's worth of credits under my belt. And so I've been wondering what I'm going to do with the rest of my life. I've been thinking that I'm going to be locked into this retail or fast food job for the rest of my life. And stuck in the mentality that I am poor and the man will always keep me down and if I can't find a job now, I never will be able to find a job.

That's all retarded. And the one job that had SIX job openings in the paper is the job that I want to learn to do when I get some money. So it's all good, y0!

( Ha ha! )

What happened to the sharks in shark week??
~Bas/J Dawg

ETA: And I find it so difficult not to be an extremely poor sport about politics around my Republican family.

Not nice ._.

Sometimes I want to post a comment in journals saying "Cut that shit, man." I don't want read long ass memes. You want to write an entry that long? Cool! I'll read that. But I'm usually (even with this being unemployed thing) not that bored that I want to read what a survey gave you. Nor do I want the picture of the survey taking up all of my flist space. I would not be very fructuous if I read all of those things.

LJ cut that shit, man.
~Bas/J Dawg