I didn't mean to offend anybody with the state of my life, the world, and the chilly vibe of Corporate America. I mean just because I don't value the freedom Capitalism offers me to buy $4.00 earrings from Forever 21, and gas for the same price, doesn't mean that it's all bad. And just because The Man's main priorities is to make dollars and not warm fuzzies doesn't mean that he has no soul or moral compass. No, he has a soul, it's just drunk from expensive vodka that comes in a bottle shaped like cologne, and his brain is fried from his bluetooth ear piece and too many free bagels.

Or maybe I just like to whine...?

Ok, so if I'm going to look at My Part, I may as well admit that responsibility + deadline is not a cocktail that sits well with me, which is odd for someone who spent a whole night in the yearbook office in order to publish that Bible of 90's angst.

Big, giant sigh.

Anyway, I guess there's a reason why I don't have kids or even a pet gerbil. I mean give me a couple websites to manage for a few days and I act like every decision I make is inches away from creating a nuclear reaction. What if I actually had real power? Or, real kids to screw up?

I wonder what a good gold fish goes for these days...

Just for today, I can reflect on my dramatic nature.