pomfelo

So I'm sitting here trying to send off this stupid bio for my consulting project, and my brain locked. I can't think of a single real reason why I should be doing this project. I suck. And this project is indicitive of what I'm going to be doing for the rest of my life. I don't know shit about building up a small business, and if I didn't work for my family, I would be just another loser without prospects. I've been carried for too long. And for what? I'm 23. I can't call myself a kid anymore. Yeah, I know I'm not geriatric, but what do I have going for me? Hell, I haven't even done any of the crazy ass shit you're supposed to do when you don't have responsibilities. And I'm supposed to graduate in a few months. If I even do that. I'm fucking up my accounting class, and without that I'm nothing. What the hell do I need to get myself out of this fucking rut and into helping myself. Where is my dignity? And what am I going to do after this? Read for class or go to sleep? It shouldn't be this damn hard to take care of oneself. Motherfucking shit fucker.

This was angst theatre. Join us next week as the fat sweaty guy wonders why he can't get a girl.

And there! Right there! That passive aggressive, self depricating shit! How long do I think that can seem funny? It's so obvious a crap call for help. I should just get past the fucking crutch already and get my ass motivated.

Man, I'm ranting against my own rant apology. I'm saving that just for the irony.

Anyways, how are y'all?

Oh yeah, and Farscape and The Wire kick ass.