"i love anybody who hates the gays!"
"is there anything i can say that will make you attracted to me?"
"well that certainly didn't do it".
"oh."
some people should never open their mouths. anything they have to say is pathetic and disappointing. i wandered around manhattan last night, lost in my whiskey and coldease induced haze, marveling at how little impresses me.
last week i worked for the national democratic committee for exactly one day. the woman who interviewed me was cute. she had short messy hair and wore sandals. i thought she seemed like a cool gal to work for, and she said i was just the sort of person they would love to have aboard! right.
my job consisted of: walking around town in the suffocating heat, asking people a series of questions that they could care less about, registering people to vote who were too lazy to do it when they were 18 (and probably will be too lazy to actually get around to voting on election day.),"educating" people about the war on iraq and finally, collecting donations. fun, fun! now i went into this thinking i might as well get paid to express my opinions but one as sensitive as myself gets discouraged by the overwhelming stupidity of the people of philadelphia.
"sir, would you like to see bush defeated this november?" i ask, all doe eyed and optimistic.
"what's that? i love president bush!"
"oh, i'm with the national democratic committee and we're out here today educating people about bush's record..."
"i love anybody who hates the gays!"
i search his head for a dent and when i find none, i move on.
i really believe i could have hung in there another week, or at least a day if they hadn't placed me in front of the william penn building with it's enourmous clock. i told myself i could get through this, just two more hours... i stayed for the longest fifteen minutes of my life. then i picked myself up and headed back to the office.
"i can't do this" i tell amy, the cute girl in the sandals.
"you've made 70 dollars in the first hour, you can do this!" she's so cute and i don't want to disappoint her.
"ok, i don't want to do this. don't you have any office work?"
well they didn't so i left. and thanks to bush there aren't any other jobs opening.
but my life is getting better. i'm becoming stronger. i told my roommate he had to leave the other day. i've wanted to for months. i got cast in a film produced by kevin bacon so now i'm connected in the "6 degrees of kevin bacon" game. i have like five lines! i've been hanging out on roof tops, making music with people i love and people i don't, i've adopted a kitten who is already pregnant (anyone want a kitty?) i've been missing people and using that emptiness to grow. life could get worse but it could get better.
"well that certainly didn't do it".
"oh."
some people should never open their mouths. anything they have to say is pathetic and disappointing. i wandered around manhattan last night, lost in my whiskey and coldease induced haze, marveling at how little impresses me.
last week i worked for the national democratic committee for exactly one day. the woman who interviewed me was cute. she had short messy hair and wore sandals. i thought she seemed like a cool gal to work for, and she said i was just the sort of person they would love to have aboard! right.
my job consisted of: walking around town in the suffocating heat, asking people a series of questions that they could care less about, registering people to vote who were too lazy to do it when they were 18 (and probably will be too lazy to actually get around to voting on election day.),"educating" people about the war on iraq and finally, collecting donations. fun, fun! now i went into this thinking i might as well get paid to express my opinions but one as sensitive as myself gets discouraged by the overwhelming stupidity of the people of philadelphia.
"sir, would you like to see bush defeated this november?" i ask, all doe eyed and optimistic.
"what's that? i love president bush!"
"oh, i'm with the national democratic committee and we're out here today educating people about bush's record..."
"i love anybody who hates the gays!"
i search his head for a dent and when i find none, i move on.
i really believe i could have hung in there another week, or at least a day if they hadn't placed me in front of the william penn building with it's enourmous clock. i told myself i could get through this, just two more hours... i stayed for the longest fifteen minutes of my life. then i picked myself up and headed back to the office.
"i can't do this" i tell amy, the cute girl in the sandals.
"you've made 70 dollars in the first hour, you can do this!" she's so cute and i don't want to disappoint her.
"ok, i don't want to do this. don't you have any office work?"
well they didn't so i left. and thanks to bush there aren't any other jobs opening.
but my life is getting better. i'm becoming stronger. i told my roommate he had to leave the other day. i've wanted to for months. i got cast in a film produced by kevin bacon so now i'm connected in the "6 degrees of kevin bacon" game. i have like five lines! i've been hanging out on roof tops, making music with people i love and people i don't, i've adopted a kitten who is already pregnant (anyone want a kitty?) i've been missing people and using that emptiness to grow. life could get worse but it could get better.