I am Jack's wasted life.
Quoting Fight Club. Real original, I know. So here's more!
"God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't."
That's so profound, isn't it? It's pretty much true too. As much as I want to though, I don't care. You don't either. I long for that shit I don't need (and I really fucking don't). And I'm more than willing to work some job I hate to get square financially.
I've been kinda down the past couple of days, mostly because of shit that is my fault. Or maybe I just used all my seratonin at the concert. Noticeably apparently, because Jeff has asked me about it even (Jeff, an AMMALGAMM of love and hate). From reading some of my friends journals, being down seems to be the norm. Whatever. It'll pass, it always does.
My last day at Cinemark is this Saturday. I was considering doing an entry where I give a complimentary shout out to everyone who currently still works there, but I don't know. I don't know what to say to certain people. Some of the girls there who I haven't worked with long or don't know well all I can think to say is "I think you're hot." Not very interesting.
Start at Amazon Monday. Kind of excited about doing something other than sleeping and nothing all day.
"God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't."
That's so profound, isn't it? It's pretty much true too. As much as I want to though, I don't care. You don't either. I long for that shit I don't need (and I really fucking don't). And I'm more than willing to work some job I hate to get square financially.
I've been kinda down the past couple of days, mostly because of shit that is my fault. Or maybe I just used all my seratonin at the concert. Noticeably apparently, because Jeff has asked me about it even (Jeff, an AMMALGAMM of love and hate). From reading some of my friends journals, being down seems to be the norm. Whatever. It'll pass, it always does.
My last day at Cinemark is this Saturday. I was considering doing an entry where I give a complimentary shout out to everyone who currently still works there, but I don't know. I don't know what to say to certain people. Some of the girls there who I haven't worked with long or don't know well all I can think to say is "I think you're hot." Not very interesting.
Start at Amazon Monday. Kind of excited about doing something other than sleeping and nothing all day.