how bazaar.

mood: blue, like this webpage, and melodramatic

bravo, your posts have been funny. i’ve been sitting at my desk, a little frustrated, and your posts have made me laugh aloud inappropriately for the past few days.

the idea of a summer job began to tear at my nerves today. i thought it would never happen, but it has. and it makes me wonder if i’ll ever have a career that i can stay satisfied with for more than a month, or at least one that makes it worth waking up extra early most of the time. for now, i’m thinking that i’m probably better off just working at carl’s jr. after graduation like i’d planned before, because it’s a lot easier to do mundane tasks and have a product (read: burger) to show for it than to do a lot of abstract, non-profit, work and have a bunch of warm fuzzy feelings. apparently, warm fuzzy feelings only stay warm and fuzzy for about four weeks until they become just some, like, lukewarm scratchy responsibilities at 9am. but don’t cry for me.

in other news, escondido village is still a party zone, except not really. not to mention yesterday as i was riding the elevator up to my floor this lunatic stepped onto the lift with his laundry BAREFOOT. i just about died from sheer squirminess. why even wash your clothes, eh? why not just roll around in a steaming mound of fertilizer in them and dip them in cooking grease to match your nasty life habits of walking barefoot on disgusting communal floors. i could go on forever about that.

but i should get back to work.

love *manda