Whoa Nelly
Well, I just read my last entry and that dude I was talking about was (and I'm sure still is) a controlling mindfuck douchbag. He actually had me believing that I needed to ascend the pyramid of self-actualization. All that meant was becoming more of the person HE wanted me to be. Yuck. I snapped out of that after a couple of months of depressive crying fits. It makes me shutter to this day. And my hopes about not working so damn hard after grad school? Yeah fucking right. I make about 10 grand more than a teacher but I work my ass off for it. In fact, a school setting isn't looking so bad right now- at least when i get home i will be done with work. I'm starving. The man of my dreams and I are going out for a bite para comer. Later homecakes.