i probably shouldn't be writing this. i should be looking up sheep ovary enzymes or washing dishes or scrapbooking my kid's 4200 pictures (yes that figure is correct and yes obviously she's the first child) like some respectable working student mother. but you shouldn't be reading it either. you know you got shit to do.
but i'm starting to wonder how i got here. aha! now i've got you, you're thinking the same thing. you're so not going to return your boss' email/ check if anyone's commented on your kids pics on facebook/ look up something useful on the internet now!
and i don't mean
here in the psychoanalytical-one-hand-clapping-what-color-is-your-parachute sense. i'm talking about sitting here on my couch eating ramen noodles mixed with leftover thai food. and not feeling guilty at all about it. this is making it 28 years without holding down a real job for more than 6 months.
but did you realize once you graduate college, if you somehow sneak in the back door of a graduate school, they actually pay you to learn? and you thought gold star stickers were gonna be your only remuneration. sure the pay sucks- read: you make more being unemployed- but you now have good reason to eat that addicitively salty sham-food and no one dares tell you it's not dinner. throw a babe in the mix (preferably your own, but a niece or nephew or the child of someone who mistook you for a responsible adult would do also) and people will be too confused to even bat an eye at your 30 cents/oz frozen yogurt lunch for the 4th day in a row.
