Check out the seventh installment in our Unemployment Diary series and the first contribution from Angela, who’s slowly realizing that maybe life as a starving artist isn’t as glamourous as it’s cracked up to be.
I hadn’t been on a real vacation in three years, and had never been on one in my “adult” life (aka that my parents didn’t pay for / weren’t a part of). The whole experience was amazing, but there are definitely moments that stand out as the most hilarious, awesome or bizarre.
To reward ourselves for being awesome, the roomie and I decided to take a road-trip through the south. Well, “road-trip” via buses, trains and planes. Like I wasn’t riding the Megabus enough as it is.
Let me get this straight- we don’t want Mexicans coming into our country to live, but we have no problem drinking to them once a year? And since when did war = get super drunk? God this country is up its own ass.
I have to respect any group of people that have an opinion and put the energy into spreading their message (well, save for the Klu Klux Klan). But the bigger part of me can’t help but think this is just an excuse for homeless people and hippies to walk around without any jobs, shoes or purpose.
I’d venture to guess most 20-somethings within my financial bracket know the truth about this neighborhood once jokingly referred to as “the retirement community”: it’s filled with douchebags.
I’ve been trying to write an article about The Arrogant Sons of Bitches for the last two years. I was going to title it something like, “Where Have All the Rude Boys Gone? Eagerly Awaiting the Return of the Arrogant Sons of Bitches” and it would basically be 1,000 words of me gushing about the now-defunct ska punk band from Long Island, N.Y.
It’s been over six months since my very public foray into online dating.
As much as I’d like to report that it was a wildly successful endeavor, it seems that with online dating sites- as in life- you only get what you give, and waiting for your future boyfriend to message you while you put little to no effort in gets you basically nowhere.
The truth is, the only thing that I understand about my health insurance is that I have it, and that my co-pay is twenty dollars. Don’t even get me started on 401ks, life insurance policies and stock options.
What could be better on Christmas than the gift of a brand-spankin’ new Buntology.com, along with a brand-spankin’ new video? Nothing!