. So, I am a late twenties trainwreck. I finally got the whole adult, decent job, good health insurance, 401k thing down to realize, I'm fucking miserable. This is it? This is what I've been preparing myself for all these years? To spend my days in an office surrounded by photos of cats and constant phone calls of old people wanting 'fffrreeee' items from the government with there 'coupons', and my nights watching mind numbing, spirting crushing game shows,stuffing junk food into your mouth (if you get that reference, I will be your friend)and now suffering from what I can only tell is some sortof insomnia brought on by this bitter, troubled constant quest I put in front of myself called, getting it right. Everyone around me is in relatonships made of bunnies and rainbows, and here I am, tossing around living in LA because the one guy I can tolerate for more then 10 min, of course is 2000 miles away. I lost a bunch of weight, to remember why fat was soooo much better. When your skinny not only do you just want a taco, but every creepy guy feels the need to ask ' do you come here often', and yes get this, I was at the china buffet with my parents. I just stood there in disbelief that I was getting hit on in the china buffet. And no my friend, I do not come here often, but obviously from the fact that the only thing they can fit you in is sweatpants, you are here often. So this is why I now understand all of the bitter older women I know. I now join the ranks of these select few. And honestly, you don't want to be my friend. I suck.
