This is now my livejournal

I sure do hate feeling stuck.

On the reals

My life is in the toilet and I have neither hope or any shred of contentment left. No sense of direction or progress, just quiet desperation and festering resentment. I didn't mean to make that rhyme. I'd write a haiku but there are just too many syllables and too much lightheartedness and I've exhausted all my playfulness and optimism. I'm growing weary.

LOL IDK HOW TO DEAL WITH THINGS

SO INSTEAD OF SEEKING ADVICE FROM MY PEERS I WILL JUST WRITE SOME HAIKUS

THIS ONE IS CALLED "IM TRYING NOT TO DRINK AND LOSING MY MIND IN THE PROCESS BECAUSE THE ONLY WAY I KNOW HOW TO COPE WITH ANY FRACTIONAL INKLING OF ANY EMOTION ANYONE COULD POSSIBLY FEEL IS WITH SCREWDRIVERS"

NOT ENOUGH VODKA
SHITS ABOUT TO GET HEAVY
DANCING WITH THE STARS

THIS ONE IS CALLED "IM STRESSED BECAUSE I HAVE A JOB INTERVIEW TOMORROW EVEN THOUGH THIS JOB IS COMPLETELY OUT OF MY FIELD OF WORK AND SKILL LEVEL"

SHELVING BOOKS AND TAPES
WHO EVEN GOES TO THAT PLACE
SEXY LIBRARY (-ians) (silent syllable)

THANK GOD I CAN VENT SILENTLY TO MYSELF ON THE INTERNET WHERE ONLY I WILL REREAD THIS IN 3 MONTHS WHEN I LURK MYSELF SO I CAN REEVALUATE MY LIFE

TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR: "I DIDNT GET THE JOB AND MY LIFE IS IN THE TOILET"

Mellowcreme pumpkins

idk why i ever thought you were so different from candy corn you are pretty much the same thing

unofficial mellowcreme pumpkin blog no regrets

also lol nyu y r u emailing me about masters programs u db u already rejected me fagola i dont want 2 b a social worker and i dont want an M.A. ok i am a scientist

inb4 i settle for being a social worker in 2 months