you know what's funny? how you can think you know what you want to do with your life, then you get a taste of doing it and it tastes a lot like silver wolf vodka...you know, the stuff that's $9.99 for a 1.75 liter bottle. it leaves a bad taste in your mouth. then it makes you vomit. THEN it makes you wake up the next morning with a headache, wishing you were dead. okay okay, so the silver wolf is gone and i didn't puke, though that would really accentuate my point. wait...what was my point?

anyway, i went to a pre-school this morning to conduct interviews for my broadcast feature, but i ended up playing with the darling chitlens instead of talking to the teacher. oops. could this indicate a poor choice in academic majors? possibly so. but there's no turning back now. i think that suffering with a horseshit job for the rest of my life is a small price to pay in comparison to staying here a few more years.

so to celebrate the realization that i'm going to be a poor, unhappy schmuck for the rest of my life, i'm going to have a beer. and damn it, alexis is going to have a beer with me. and then we're going to play LIFE. dear LIFE...where you can go from being a doctor making $20,000 a year living in a farmhouse to an artist earning $100,000 and living in a double-wide with the 14 children you and your lesbian lover somehow managed to squeeze out. ahh, we can only dream of the day where LIFE will meet reality... :)