I've decided not to make them.
I've determined I'm going to freak out about not having any job prospects, but it won't bother me because that's the correct reaction for an English major in this economy (or any).
I will balance selling out just enough to survive with refusing to do anything I don't believe in, trading off as often as necessary.
I will ultimately like to make a shitload on something when I'm young, then mooch off that while I do absolutely nothing. If I get an accountant it'd be wicked sweet.
I plan on getting hit by a bus before 35, if I don't die of cancer by 28. After that it's surprise disease at 43 or I live forever.
Yes, truly I finally have everything all planned out.
Friday, March 27, 2009
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