Hm. Well.

Can you have an existential crisis at 22? Or is it a quarter-life crisis? Or is it just a 22 two year old whining? DING! Door number 3. I really just feel stupid calling it a life crisis. But...but....i dont like my life?! Am I allowed to whine about it on the blogosphere?! OF COURSE! that's what blogs are - avenues for self-absorbed people to write down their diary entries for the whole freakin world. It is interesting, when you think about it. We have twitter, facebook, blogs, myspace, whateverthefuckthis 'chatterbox' is (videochatporn?), and whatever the heck else we have to put every single silly moment of our life "oh, today I ate toast, I burnt it. wahwahwahhhh." Not that I'm guiltless, obviously, I'm blogging right now. Case in point, I think both my coworker and I are blogging simultaneously. But really...what are we moving towards? The Truman Show?


Anyhooligans. I'm getting so damn frustrated by this lack of job opportunity, and the fact that the people I went to high school with are all immensely successful jackasses. (they might be!!) I've applied for over 20 jobs. I have a good (GREAT) employment record. WTF. I don't want to work at dairy queen! I (ALMOST) have a degree?! Please tell me that this 20k in debt was not for nothing. Cause I might just have a fit. Another one. A bigger one.


Whatever. Diet. Sucks. I'm hungry and grumpy all the time (youuu? neeverrr!!!) I did great yesterday except for the taco dinner....nom nom...ok, no i didnt do that great yesterday. I snacked. but whatever. Im hungry. and I did work out

and I took the damn stairs today


which reminds me. It really disgusts me how obsessed women are with dieting. (AGAIN, myself included) We were standing around at lunch yesterday, and literally all that was talked about was FOOD. and what we are and aren't eating, and what points they are worth, and what workouts we are doing and blahh blahh blahh. Men don't do this. they don't try to one up each other with how little they eat. Men stuff their faces and enjoy themselves. Why do we do it? Why do women put themselves through this retarded charade of trying to be perfect? Sure, I hate my body, and I need to lose weight, if only to stop my back and knees from constantly hurting. But really...when I see skinny, or even pleasantly healthily plump women talking about measuring cups of cereal out...it makes me sick.