Problems come in threes. So does bullshit. Every now and again I'll post that bullshit here. Sometimes it's funny. Sometimes it's tragic. I always feel better shouting about it, though.
- There’s a period of time in between jobs where the terror allows you to fully appreciate what you had before, and drives you to seek it again.
- The marvelous effect it has on your relationship with your spouse.
- The emptiness in the pit of your stomach is a constant reminder that yo are alive.
Sorry. Not too funny. Just real today.
- You drive a LeBaron.
- You don’t know how to pump your own gas, and besides it’s too expensive.
- You’re friggin’ Paris Hilton, who has more money than God AND a suspended license. GET A DRIVER AND STAY OUT OF JAIL IF YOU DON”T WANT TO BE PHOTOGRAPHED ON THE COMMODE!
I feel better now.
P.S. CNN? We no longer give a shit.
- You have somewhere to share the work.
- You have someone to check your spelling and syntax.
- You can say with certainity that you now know at least TWO people listen. You hope.
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