oh woe is me
Oh Rosary,
I feel so beaten down by the world, and only a couple hours ago I felt I might
once and for all hold onto it by it’s massive golden balls, alas no I have
fallen flat face down, once again, humbled by my inescapable fate as a wannabe,
loser, no money, hobo.
This world is unapologeticly geared towards the rich and I’m running out of ideas
as to how to make something for myself. I obviously am not rich, and so I have
to make the concessions of a poor person, for instance I cannot work in some
dream job placement close to my field because I was not born rich and cannot
accept the meagre wages or no pay at all offered in these sort of internship
scenarios. Since I cannot do an internship I cannot garner the experience
necessary to break through to the paying jobs I want to have in the first
place. My lack of experience effectively holds me back from any paying
position, and my need to be paid to deal with my debt and regularly
accumulating bills means I have to have a full time job. a.k.a no volunteering
my services in the fields where I so desperately need experience. So then I say
I will take it upon myself, make my own experience and then show the people who
pay what I can do… but guess how much it costs to make your own experience???
More than one quarter of my monthly salary, half of which is already accounted
for to pay my rent. Not to mention the beastly burden I call my pathetic and
never ending financial woes.
Obviously there are ways to get beyond all this but I
evidently haven’t figured them out yet and aint nobody tryin to help. And I
have this sneaking suspicion that if I had C cups and a sweet cooey voice and a
moist juicy pussy, that there would be people lined up around the block to help
me jump-start my career. Sometimes, being a relatively self-sufficient gayloard
can be such a drag.
and my boyfriend called me a homebody. (cue swelling strings)
Obviously I’m not that worried about being to boring for my man… even though I
heard him and his friends refer to another boring boyfriend as ‘Brad the Dad’
which would make me, ‘Alexandre the gets drunk too quick, heard of hearing,
catatonic, pervert uncle’
But I feel like all of this ‘boring boyfriend, no money,
motivated but sitting on your hands’ shit is all symptomatic of the same
problem… oh and check it, apparently Bell media, a.k.a ONYX corp. bought CHUM
yesterday (so they now own all of Canada… a.k.a the rich just got richer, and
the standard of living for the non-rich just went down like five notches. I’ll
officially be chasing my tail like a third world country till the day I shrivel
up on the dance floor surrounded by happy partygoers enjoying some down time
from their high placed internships at gossip magazines, snorting blow out of
silver spoons
Oh yeah, and what do you suppose BELL did first after
acquiring CHUM for $1.4 billions? You guessed it they promptly fired 400
employees; so getting a job over there is sort of out of the question as well.
Not to mention that show I auditioned for last week is prob totes been
cancelled (not that the producers had even showed any interest… but who are we
kidding, they met me on a good day they loved it.)
