Things that currently making the anger in my mind spew out of my ears, nostrils, and follicles: (surprisingly, not my mouth)
-Broken phone. The inability to read text messages, dial a number, and screen my goddamn phone calls is driving me insane. Fuck you, broken phone! [I don't screen my calls and then selectively not answer. I still answer all calls.]
-Lack of funds. It has led me to consider jobs that pay between $9-$11. My college degree is squeamish.
-Unemployment. Companies are squeamish.
-Mood fluctuations. But it's okay. I control my rage in public areas/situations.
-Slowly deteriorating hand-illustration ability.
-Worrying leads to continuous nail-biting. Which leads to blood and band-aids.
Some start. 2008 is no fabulous year so far.
OKAY. Good stuff to cleanse our palate:
-Unemployment allows for more reading and movies...from the library and joox.net
-Been discovering and reading some eye-opening graphic novels. Also thanks to unemployment.
I'm sorry. That's all.
Oh no! Wait, you!
I have an observation that I would like to share with you:
Recently, there was a big local drug bust. Several bags of marijuana and cocaine. Almost worth $2 million. Street value.
The reporter stood next to a pile of plastic [ziploc] bags stuffed with drugs.
And I thought "I bet Ziploc is heavily dependent on the drug business. And they know it. They should produce special bags that are decoratively labeled:
-weed, reefer, pot, grass, hash, ganja, cannabis
-coke, dust, coca [for the south american market], snort, snow
Or Ziploc could take the conservative route and just label them "marijuana", "cocaine", and "cocaína".
Whatever. I don't care. If they hired me, I could give them more insightful advertising tips and make this branding sensation happen. But whatever. | posted by gina, 4:08 AM
-Broken phone. The inability to read text messages, dial a number, and screen my goddamn phone calls is driving me insane. Fuck you, broken phone! [I don't screen my calls and then selectively not answer. I still answer all calls.]
-Lack of funds. It has led me to consider jobs that pay between $9-$11. My college degree is squeamish.
-Unemployment. Companies are squeamish.
-Mood fluctuations. But it's okay. I control my rage in public areas/situations.
-Slowly deteriorating hand-illustration ability.
-Worrying leads to continuous nail-biting. Which leads to blood and band-aids.
Some start. 2008 is no fabulous year so far.
OKAY. Good stuff to cleanse our palate:
-Unemployment allows for more reading and movies...from the library and joox.net
-Been discovering and reading some eye-opening graphic novels. Also thanks to unemployment.
I'm sorry. That's all.
Oh no! Wait, you!
I have an observation that I would like to share with you:
Recently, there was a big local drug bust. Several bags of marijuana and cocaine. Almost worth $2 million. Street value.
The reporter stood next to a pile of plastic [ziploc] bags stuffed with drugs.
And I thought "I bet Ziploc is heavily dependent on the drug business. And they know it. They should produce special bags that are decoratively labeled:
-weed, reefer, pot, grass, hash, ganja, cannabis
-coke, dust, coca [for the south american market], snort, snow
Or Ziploc could take the conservative route and just label them "marijuana", "cocaine", and "cocaína".
Whatever. I don't care. If they hired me, I could give them more insightful advertising tips and make this branding sensation happen. But whatever. | posted by gina, 4:08 AM
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