Watching, waiting

I have a lobby full of candidates, they’re staring at me. They’ve been here for hours, the manager that was supposed to interview them was very late. So they’ve all read the paper, none of the computers in the lobby work, so they have nothing to do but stare at me.

And I don’t even look that nice today.

Well, I don’t feel like I’ve changed the quantum universe at all, but still having a fun time following my own thoughts as they trick me around and around into believing bad things. It’s easy to fall into hopelessness, but in some ways, its just as easy to keep the faith right? So keeping it I am.

I got to watch almost 3 hours of the Real World last night, and if that doesn’t make you feel better about your life, nothing will. I realize they’re all tiny children and that I’m the big adult these days, but man are they fricking stupid.

Here was the discussion about “THE WAR”.

Black guy: I don’t believe in the war, why are we there?
Cute white guy: What do you mean?
Black guy: Why’d we go there, why are we there?
Cute white guy: You think after they kill 4,000 people on our soil, we shouldn’t go there?
Black guy: I don’t believe in war.

Fascinating how much is wrong with the conversation. And I suppose I was the same way, not having any idea what I was talking about, but very sure I had the right ideas.

And they are all just making out with each other all over the place, the first night in and they’re naked in the hot tub.

Not like I havent’ done THAT before.

Tonight is my long awaited drunk mother on “30 Days”. This is the one I’ve been waiting for. A 30 day drinking binge.

If that mother had my job it would be a 30 year drinking binge.

Badoom boom.