i can't even be bothered to come up with a cute title

So now officially begins the period of my life where i watch all of the people i know become more successfull and famous than me. it was one thing when the famous/successfull people were aquantainces (for example bex shwartz, vh1 a to z commentator and commedian) or people whose fame took place before i met them (thayer mcclanahan, rushmore reporter) but there's nothing like reading gawker at your terrible temp job and seeing one of your friends from college referred to as a "film-maker/comedian."

jesus. all i want is a permanent job that doesn't make me cry at the end of the day, let alone to be designated by a hiphenated title in a celebrity gossip blog.

ugghh.

i applied for a job at jobs with justice which seems like it wouldn't be horrible, but i won't find out for a couple of weeks whether i even have an interview, and in the meantime i can't seem to muster the energy to apply for anything else. the constant rejection is exhausting. maybe after the new year.

speaking of new years, i'm not desperatly broke for the first time in two months thanks to holiday overtime and chaunuka checks, and i'm planning on blowing the small surplus i have on a new outfit for new years. if i'm going to be dissapointed and horrendously drunk this new years, i might as well be wearing something cute.

forever 21, here i come.

rachel