July 4th, 2013 @ 5:20 pm

it’s the 4th of july, and i really couldn’t give more of a shit.  how terrible?

a) it’s so unpatriotic and un-american of me
and b) what a fucking party pooper!!

i guess there’s a lot going on here…

• my boyfriends birthday is tomorrow and he could care less… which is very demotivating to me, and apparently also for himself.
• in order to see fireworks, we have to go somewhere. my boyfriend no longer has a car, and neither of us have the patience to take a train anywhere.
• the only thing that i would want to do today, is to go swimming, and i can’t.  no one we know has a pool, and even if they did, i have a brand new tattoo…  which means i can’t swim AND which also means that i can’t be out in the sun (i’m not about to cover it and get a weird tan line).
• we’re both broke.
• it’s too damn hot out.
• did i mention we’re both broke?

okay, well not TOTALLY broke, but broke enough that we can’t go out and get smashed on the town tonight.

i think the fact that we’re both out of a job right now is killing our daily happy life vibe.  i know it’s sucking the life out of me…  i keep on sleeping late during the week, and i hate it.  i still have access to my old office since we didn’t break up on bad terms, but it’s annoying to go in without a ton of freelance shit to do.  it’s almost depressing to be at the office with the team, and not working.

i’ve been on the job prowl, but it sucks, and the timing couldn’t have been worse for a “lack of work” at my job.  of course it’s three months after we got the new (almost twice as expensive as my last) apartment, and additionally, all of the fresh college grads and the interns are eating up the summer jobs.

i’ve got a 2nd interview with a great company next week, i’m guessing that’s a good thing.  in the mean time, blah…  we’re so fucked up in the game right now.

i feel badly that my mom is at home by herself, hopefully she could care less also.  i wish boyfriend still had a car so that we could scoop her and bring her to his parents house for a BBQ…

it’s pretty sad that i don’t care about this holiday…  i think until i have kids (if i ever have kids), most holidays don’t mean jack shit to me anymore.

bah humbug.