Wait for it!

Yeah, it only gets better, people! Oh boy. Usually, I get FOADs via email (clogging my in-box like some sort of electron Atherosclerosis, but without the guilty pleasure of having consumed vast quantities of buttery yums), this past weekend I actually got an honest-to-goodness letter FOAD. I must be moving up in the world. Isn't it enough that I have cried "uncle" and waved the white flag? Okay, I get it - I suck - and I will never find meaningful employment. No need to pour salt onto my already ulcerated wounds (ouch).

Thinking About Throwing In the Towel

Well, the past few years have been heaps of disappointment. I have tried to roll with the punches, and rebound from failure to failure, but it has slowly dawned on me that it has nothing to do with what you know, or what you can do, or how you do it. It only matters who you know. And, evidently, I don't know the right people. So, I am going to have to accept my situation, and hope that I don't lose too much more. I sometimes think that the best thing would be to eat a bullet. Yum.