Monday, July 25, 2011

Degree+Loans+Bills=One Hell of An Introduction

After high school they tell you to go to college and then BAM 4 years later you’ll have a degree, a job, and a husband. Well they lied. After selling my soul and countless student loans I obtained my degree in 3 1/2 years with honors. Good right? I’m “ballin” or going to grad school for free? WRONG! If that was the case I wouldn’t be writing this shit. After obediently following the path society paved for me I wound up with a job that doesn’t even require a high school diploma. And let me tell you in this economy I was happy to get that.
 
 
While my salary may be what is considered pocket change by “successful” Americans, due to having a roommate I was able to survive without much change to my everyday life.  Then the unthinkable happened…my roommate ,my absolute best friend, and I just grew apart. With a lease coming to a close and no promotion in sight I was faced with a dilemma…give up my glamorous lifestyle as a social alcoholic  (dramatics people I went to a huge party school)  and get an apartment by myself , or keep my lifestyle and move in with my boyfriend of ONLY 5 MONTHS. Which would you choose?? Personally I will take my Pinot Grigio, my Merlot, my Riesling, my boyfriend and live blissfully in sin.

1 comment:

  1. You're living?? No, girly, you're dying: every time you're around your boyfriend and you want sex, you're dying. God keeps you alive precisely because He wants YOU to repent and believe. Girly, life ain't fo'eva; all of U.S. will soon croak, toots. Lemme give you a factual reality of the state of Heaven --- Wouldn’t it be totally UN #@!! believable to have sex in Heaven? To be 17 or 21 forever and make porno movies? For ten months or 100 years or longer… You definitely can if ya wanna: in Heaven, anything and everything is possible - exactly what I’m gonna do after riding 70ish miles to their mansion. Meet me Upstairs, girl, and I’ll be your faithfull, muscular, blue-eyed-servant with strong thighs from cycling. I‘ll say, “How may I please you? Wood you like a massage first …or wood you like your whole body caressed?” Let’s definitely nekk for starters, may we?? Yummm. Can’t wait. Nevertheless, let’s have a BIG-ol, kick-ass, party-hardy for many eons. Meet me Upstairs, miss gorgeous, and I’ll -DEFINITELY- honor you to be as one. I’m sooo look’n forward to it. God bless.

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