Originally Posted by me2
Why would you ask me what I'm doing after graduation? That's just depressing!
I don't care don't wanna think about it.
Ah, when I was young (I never needed anyone) I had my eye set on being (a one eyed, apparently) rock critic. That kinda dissipated into cynical hopes of getting any job at all (and the prospects are slim unless on day I wake up and start speaking francais).
`The other day I saw an ad advertising an interview of this band with Rolling Stone. The thing is, I did a profile on them for the paper last year... and I'm thinking, gee, I'm the first bitch to cover these fuckers and now they went on to do bigger and better things.
Well I'll be damned...
I remember the lead singer complaining how he'd just like to be getting paid for his music, instead of working at a record store and doing basement-bound recordings (to which I said, it ads a certain unique, grungey sound quality)
I was surprised because, theses dudes are massively talented and I had a feeling they've got what it takes.
But yeah... It just got me more depressed.
The pain came back for the next week. I finally set aside my paranoid disorder and visited a clinic. They think it's kidney stones.
WHAT THE FUCK?!
Why would I have kidney stones? I don't buy it but they want to do an ultrasound 'cause it seems like they honestly can't piece the symptoms together.
I decided to stay home for Halloween. Yeah, lame. After all the planning I did, all the expectations of rocking that Jessica Rabbit costume... I just felt meh. It seemed like everyone else wasn't as excited about it as I was, and didn't want to help plan shit out (or just flaked out).
So... as a sign of my appreciation I cut the fun at the root.
(Notice how I write entirely in cliches? Ya. Imagine writing an academic essays without'em. PROPS.)
So, Halloween weekend I slept all morning and was up all night.
I had the weirdest dreams, ridden with failed dreams and candy (Seriously... candy... and sweets and cheesecakes!)
I've got November 1st to look forward to, 'cause that's how I roll. A brand new challenge should make me feel less pathetic.
"The penis is the male animal-flower, a soft-firm dildo, a warm dream."
-Raymond Peat, PhD