I am malnourished.
Under studied.
Over worked.
Highly caffeinated.
Fighting emotion.
Drained of creativity.
But highly compensated.
Ready to commit myself to an institution because it would be the only
uncontested escape I could manage.
I am drowning in typefaces, alignment, and witty copy.
I am dreaming of crop marks, glossy paper, and photoshop.
Each minute adds to agony.
Each moment multiplies the misery.
But the circumstances are rendered insignificant by other threats.
Joblessness, a less fabulous life, no money to purchase pretty things.
Vacation, please?
Things must get worse before they get better.
Is that some sort of tacit agreement of the human condition?
I have taken sanctuary in my parents' home while they are touring Las
Vegas which at least means I can utilize their expensive driving
machines, well-stocked pantry, and high definition televisions.
Oh suburbia, how I do sometimes miss you and your expansive roadways
filled with fat ladies driving minivans at high speeds on a mission to
Target in order to fulfill the material demands of their spoiled,
screaming children. Okay, not really.
6 comments:
The post reminded me of George Carlin...
And Target had a plethora of screamers this weekend over here I know that much.
Don't worry, OK? All of these bad academic things will end soon. That is, unless you decide to go on to graduate school. If so, be forewarned.
I don't really consider business school to be as academically rigorous as graduate school, so I am not so concerned with that.
im so in love with surburbia. you dont even know.
In that case, I am the QUEEN of Suburbia
don't forget orange suburban housewives going to the Galleria.
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