Finding a job is impossible... FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE. Now that school is about everyone is looking for jobs for the summer. Damn it... I should be hired because I'm going to work for more then just the damn summer. I hate sitting at home on the computer all day, drinking old room temperature coffee that is too strong. There's no milk nor is there cream and it's terrible but it puts a tiny spark in me to motivate me to do more then just sit here and stare blankly at my desk.
A major lack of car keeps me from going anywhere and a major lack of imagination keeps me from any artistic creation. Well, maybe not so much of a lack of imagination but a lack of intelligence. Maybe? Who knows...
I haven't seen any of my friends in weeks. A few of them attempt to make plans with me but I haven't really felt like going anywhere with them. Being by myself is much better then being with most of them and having to listen to the same fucking bullshit over and over... listening to them bitch about being too fat or ugly. In other words... fishing for fucking complements. Not only do they have to be
pretty, they have to constantly be reassured that they are. It's so overrated but they're too fucking shallow and caught up in themselves to see it. What wonderful friends I have... Current Mood: discontentCurrent Music: Gravity Kills