Wally World

I was so looking forward to this summer.

Things fell through.

I'm lucky to even have summer employment.  But.  Honestly?  It fucking sucks goat ass.

It's hot and smelly and unrewarding.

I realize I will have to make an attitude adjustment to make it work, I get it, I know.  Jesus fucking Christ, do I know.  It's all in my perspective, it's all my point of view, change your attitude, change your life.  Be aware of what you put out iun the universe.  blah blah fucking blah.

It's christing hot, ok?  And boring.  And I wish I had some kind of summer job where I could just sit in an air conditioned cubicle or some shit.

Aaron and I are so tired and sapped when we come home that nothing, not a fucking thing, is getting done with this goddamn unholy mess of an apartment.

And I'm uber irritable (No! You don't say!  You?  Irritable? Nah....), and I'm unsatisfied, and I'm frustrated, and I think I really needed a fucking vacation.

C'est la vie.  I am looking at the next thirty years, THIRTY FUCKING YEARS of my life and reconciling myself to working in a career that is not my passion, spending myself and my energy, wasting years and years worth of precious days and hours, paying bills, holding back, withering away.

Christ.

I either need a stiff drink, or a long vacation, or a long, stiff cock.

All three, please.

I need help.

boy, do I.


In other news, True Blood was adorably delicious this week, don't you think?



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Off to fucking work.