IS THIS WHAT AMERICA IS!
I have this cousin whose life is pure shit. He has this wife that he married right out of highschool and she got preggers and had a kid and then a kid and then a kid (etc). He works in a fucking slaughter house which he hates, and lives in a house that he hates. His kids think he is a fucking joke.
When he was younger he wanted to be a graphic gesigner. I always wondered why didn't someone pull him aside at some point and say...."look mate, you are drowning in shit, either climb out of the bowl or learn to swim". Or how blind is he to not realise he is miserable.
I am mentioning this because today I have been given my list of things I need to do (as a p/a - my list is random and usually boring). Today I am beginning T's xmas shopping.
1. A wool lined bolero for a malti-poo...................What the fuck. It is this little piece that made me think, I am spending my day trying to find a fucking jacket for a dog. I am an intelligent, educated young woman. I read everything from Lewis to Bukowski and Palahniuk. I even once performed in a russian opera, also I have transplanted myself from far far away to Arse crack Arizona only to spend my time buying clothes for dogs. IS THIS WHAT AMERICA IS?
This is the point where I am saying to myself - look mate, you are drowning in shit, either climb out of the bowl or learn to swim, you are not blind, you are miserable.
Did I come to America to pander to T's rich woman, all about me and my dog needs or was it to experience something new and to totally take over the usa. This seems so trivial but it's just the tip of the iceberg, I have had to bury dead hampsters in the middle of the night, follow her around the desert as she and her psychic try and connect her with her spirit guide. (coincidently - i met mine quite easily with the help of mushies and peyote)
Just feeling a little perturbed and disheartened........ Perhaps I just need to get out, run away kerouac style.
I have this cousin whose life is pure shit. He has this wife that he married right out of highschool and she got preggers and had a kid and then a kid and then a kid (etc). He works in a fucking slaughter house which he hates, and lives in a house that he hates. His kids think he is a fucking joke.
When he was younger he wanted to be a graphic gesigner. I always wondered why didn't someone pull him aside at some point and say...."look mate, you are drowning in shit, either climb out of the bowl or learn to swim". Or how blind is he to not realise he is miserable.
I am mentioning this because today I have been given my list of things I need to do (as a p/a - my list is random and usually boring). Today I am beginning T's xmas shopping.
1. A wool lined bolero for a malti-poo...................What the fuck. It is this little piece that made me think, I am spending my day trying to find a fucking jacket for a dog. I am an intelligent, educated young woman. I read everything from Lewis to Bukowski and Palahniuk. I even once performed in a russian opera, also I have transplanted myself from far far away to Arse crack Arizona only to spend my time buying clothes for dogs. IS THIS WHAT AMERICA IS?
This is the point where I am saying to myself - look mate, you are drowning in shit, either climb out of the bowl or learn to swim, you are not blind, you are miserable.
Did I come to America to pander to T's rich woman, all about me and my dog needs or was it to experience something new and to totally take over the usa. This seems so trivial but it's just the tip of the iceberg, I have had to bury dead hampsters in the middle of the night, follow her around the desert as she and her psychic try and connect her with her spirit guide. (coincidently - i met mine quite easily with the help of mushies and peyote)
Just feeling a little perturbed and disheartened........ Perhaps I just need to get out, run away kerouac style.
padre:
well im sorry to see that you came to USA and even my state of AZ and you are not happy... what can be done to remedy this? what would you rather be doing right now... and do it young lady while you can