Damn It Feels Good To Be A Gangsta

So I don’t have my job anymore. It’s not that I got fired or anything, but I had to quit because of college. It was actually pretty sad. As much as I complained and bitched and moaned about that awful place, I found myself really, really missing it on my last day. I think I’d just become attached to the place, where I’d spent a pretty hefty portion of my hours, moreso than the actual job itself.

I even had an unemployment party! People came over and we watched Office Space. We tried to watch the OddTodd cartoons too, but I couldn’t get my iPod to cooperate and so we just played Apples to Apples. Ethan made a joke about women belonging in the kitchen. Laura didn’t give him the point. I would have.

But anyway, not having a job really does suck. I miss money, because money had this funny habit of turning into toys. And on that note, I’m not taking any of my LEGO’s to college, which is rather depressing. I just can’t risk them getting all busted and lost though, so they’ll stay safe at home. I am, however, bringing almost every game console I own, so it’s not as if I’ll be short of things to waste time on.

One comment

  1. ok…let’s make an observation shall we?

    i’m a girl…who can’t cook. you play to the judge.

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