I really do.

But when you’ve spent the past two years: March 2010, July 2010, November 2010, March 2011, April 2011, and May 2011 applying and looking for a fuckin’ stable-ass job that doesn’t involve sexual exhibitionism of any kind and come up with abso-fuckin’-lutely nothing, you kinda wonder if the problem is just with you and if you’re just meant to spend the rest of your God-forsaken life looking for a fuckin’ purpose.

Eventually you just get tired of trying.

So what do you do?  You spend your off-time (because believe me, you get plenty of it when you’re in my position) imagining yourself in every single worst-case scenario ever, spanning from being homeless and living in my car to driving down to Anigua in the middle of the night and walk around, hoping to be picked up to be sold in the human market…just so I have something to do with my life.

Yeah, it’s that bad.  Fuck the Bachelor’s Degree.  Why would a company normally want to accept a person who costs more into a minimum wage position?  Is it too much, really, to ask for -some- leeway?  Well, IS IT?!