Aziz compares dating now to being the secretary of a crappy company filled with flaky jerks.
Essentially the story of my life.
So I had a job interview today for a job that four months ago I’m pretty sure I said I never wanted to have. But, my temporary ice cream/haunted mini-golf job ended this past weekend, so now it’s onto more applications. The questions asked had pretty much nothing to do with my education because despite somewhat being related to biology, the job is essentially a manual labor position that involves moving and feeding fish. Do I have a license? Yes. Do I have farm experience? Yes. Can I lift 40 lb above my head? Yes (I’m fairly certain). Am I past the point of being discouraged and feeling sorry for myself and slowly becoming apathetic? Yeah, pretty frickin much.
Unk 6* at May Lake, Yosemite.
Figuring out life things. Trying to make goals. So far I’ve come up with
*this was one of the unknown grasses. Chipmunks love this shit. Always saw them munching on it between their paws.
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?
There are plenty of questions that merit asking, I’m sure. When will I die, and how? But rare is the film that is remembered for its final shot....