so, um.

as you may or may not know, i have been unemployed for roughly seven months. at the start of this period, i was very desperately seeking work, then i got hired at tj maxx, made the mistake of telling them that i was going to need to be in germany over christmas, (because honesty is the best policy...) at which point they swiftly unhired me, and i decided i did not want to deal with this bullshit until 2009.

so, i finally got hired at a call center a few days ago and have already been reprimanded for my skirt length. now i am working 40 hours a week, my shift running from 3-midnight and going to school full time, the whipped topping on my shit pile. but i must persevere. mostly because i have been lazy enough for a long time. and because i have, like, negative dollars to my name.

i am going to be twenty this year. i realize that it's january 24th, which is a pretty random date to be considering my birthday, which is on june 15th, but this has for some reason just dawned on me and is sort of freaking me out. i need to get some shit done in that decade.

winning the lottery, for example, is at the top of my list.

i also hope to finally have my destined meeting with a rapper during this time in my life because i might not care anymore when i'm in my thirties, as i will be far too refined to keep up with rap music at that point.

i wonder if i will start to look older in my twenties, and if people will stop asking me if i'm still in high school. recently there have been a few occasions where i have been asked if i'm married, which is very confusing to me because i associate marriage with old age, but i suppose one only has to be 18. i also find it rather strange when i am posed this question since i am never with anyone who could possibly be a contender for a husband-type position, and i do not wear a wedding ring.