Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Ingredients for a nightmare

I am deathly afraid of squirrels.

And acute loneliness.

And the mere thought that I am going to end up with a job that hasn’t the slightest relevance to my majors, to my education or to the four years of lecture-paper-worksheet-discussion-review session-exam-essay hell that I put myself through for a very fancy piece of paper from a very fancy institution of higher learning.


Plantation said...

What? No post? I want my fuckn money back!

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