Dear Fidelis: Fuck you.

So you're telling me I can either pay my student loans or pay for a private provider to give me health care? 
Not both?

Oh, and forget about rent, car payments, car insurance, or food.

Fuck. you.

I apologize for the strong language. But this issue has be irked beyond eloquence.

 Dear Fidelis: Fuck you.

So you're telling me I can either pay my student loans or pay for a private provider to give me health care? 
Not both?

Oh, and forget about rent, car payments, car insurance, or food.

Fuck. you.

I apologize for the strong language. But this issue has be irked beyond eloquence.

Exhausted beyond belief.
And slipping
In the same sense that a body falling down an 85-degree cliff covered in silt is slipping

And I'm too tired to care. 

 I was an ad in The Buffalo News today. Well, my blog was. I didn't think it was possible to advertise a blog in a newspaper, but it was. The ad called me "bright and optimistic."

Isn't optimism (and lol, by the way. Am I? Really?) really often little more than self-inflicted ignorance about circumstances as they are? Or at least conscious, focused ( Read more... )

 My dad woke me up this morning with "Come take a picture of my chafing nipples! Quick!"

In which I started my morning taking photos of my dad with blood running down his shirt.

Again, family. Really?

About that sitcom. . .

 I am having two separate arguments about moose with two different people. Unrelated. I love my friends ( Read more... )

 Actual conversation from last night ( Read more... )

Friends either married this summer or headed to the altar:

Stephanie and Nyck
Caitlin and Steve
Kara and (whatever his name is)
Jason and Liz
Chelsey and Mike
Vicki and John
John and Carrie
Drew and Beth
Jen and Vince
Joe and Sara

I could go on.

Planning bachelorette parties, buying bridesmaid dresses and wedding presents, and dancing till dawn at the ( Read more... )

 Today I spent all day doing stuff at work actually related to the reason I got a degree in the first place.

Damn that feels good. 

My first day at work was much more successful than the after-work search for work pants.
I hate pants shopping.
My lower half is shaped funny.
But I can make really cool brochures.
And pasta alla vodka with black truffles
So in the grand scheme of things, I guess it's a wash.