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So, that job I got? A year and a half ago? Yeah. It ate my head.
Originally I wrote a couple of paragraphs complaining about my situation and trying to synopsize the last eighteen months. But then I realized it was two paragraphs of existential whining and trying to make up lost time in a journal that I'm not obligated to post to anyway. So here's the realistic synopsis:
I have a cool job, which, though it's consumed my life, has given me a ton of experience and paid my bills. By the time Amanda's done with grad school, I should be able to join the Academy of Television Arts and Sciences. I live in a city now, even if it's a small one, and there's cool stuff all around when I do have free time. I have a girlfriend I adore. I have friends within walking distance to hang out with. Aforementioned city has many many pubs with Guinness on tap. I have a spiffy new car that won't break down and spray fluids all over the highway.
Any existential murmurings, mutterings or crises contained or implied in this description of my life are merely a byproduct of being alive and twentysomething at the beginning of the 21st century in America, and should not be construed as unique or noteworthy in any way, shape or form. Dear me: shut the fuck up. :)
Originally I wrote a couple of paragraphs complaining about my situation and trying to synopsize the last eighteen months. But then I realized it was two paragraphs of existential whining and trying to make up lost time in a journal that I'm not obligated to post to anyway. So here's the realistic synopsis:
I have a cool job, which, though it's consumed my life, has given me a ton of experience and paid my bills. By the time Amanda's done with grad school, I should be able to join the Academy of Television Arts and Sciences. I live in a city now, even if it's a small one, and there's cool stuff all around when I do have free time. I have a girlfriend I adore. I have friends within walking distance to hang out with. Aforementioned city has many many pubs with Guinness on tap. I have a spiffy new car that won't break down and spray fluids all over the highway.
Any existential murmurings, mutterings or crises contained or implied in this description of my life are merely a byproduct of being alive and twentysomething at the beginning of the 21st century in America, and should not be construed as unique or noteworthy in any way, shape or form. Dear me: shut the fuck up. :)