This sucks

I'm a whore for money, some people know that and other people think I'm a communist. I tend to lean towards the whore side myself. I can't explain why else I would come back to Northwestern Mutual time and time again to get up at 6:45am and deliver mail to people who could give two shits about me. So I need money, because I'm dumb and spent a large amount on food and stupidity. No one hires over Christmas break, understandably... I mean, most normal college people got jobs in their hometowns while in high school and kept them through college. I didn't, so I get screwed come break time and summers.

My dad had a splendid idea. Why not go down to Labor Ready, a temp agency (kind of) where they pay cash at the end of the day for a hard day's work of scraping shit off the ground or gutting pigs at the Patrick Cudahy plant. Sounds good to me, hard work doesn't scare me... not when I need money. I said, I'm a whore. But I go there, and discover that the kind of money whores that go there are of the variety that are ADDICTED TO CRACK. It turns out their offices open at 5:30 AM. I understand work usually starts early in the morning, but nobody except for farmers and drunks should be up that early. I don't want a job that bad, not for 5.75 an hour.

In other news, I ate at Cousins' subs and had a wonderful meatball and cheese... it was wonderful until about halfway home I feel a small tactical nuclear wepaon go off in my stomach. I realize no one really wants to hear this. Posts like this about the most inane details of one's life are the reasons online diaries/journals/blogs/general wastes of bandwidth get made fun of so much... but JESUS CHRIST ON A CRUTCH my body can't seem to decide whether it wants to take a big watery shit or hack up a gallon of phlegm with a chunk of lung. It has yet to do either of them. Bastard. That last horrible mental image has been bouncing around my head. Actually on my morning walk to labor ready (at about 7:00AM) I had many visions, including "walking across the vast wasteland of the ghost town to go to work with a bunch of drug addicts and alcoholics" or "an interview in a cool magazine for my debut novel that's now a best seller." Guess which one happened. Oh yeah, and I got around finally to thinking about that one fantasy with that one girl who goes to a college relatively far away considering I'm not well traveled. You know who you are. It'll be great...

I can ramble no longer. I've been up for roughly 18 hours, which for me is a record, usually it's a lot less than that. I need sleep.

Song of the moment - The Get Up Kids - A Newfound Interest In Massachusettes

PS: A big "screw you" to all the emo-haters. emo = emotional. all music should have emotion. so shut the fuck up.