we write new birthdays songs to sing to our friends. this is the only present there is: the present.
browsing in a bookstore i learn that all that places i end up living in are considered "latte towns." coffeeshop class struggle every fucking morning. i am not new here, take your bread and leave. my grandmother asks when i will get a job, well, one that's not in a cafe. as if this is really what i want to be doing or that i am content with the wage/rent system that prevents so many of us from doing what we love to do. as if the reason that i don't like working at a cafe is because how it defines my status and how that reflects my family.
so & so he has a job
gets up at a certain time goes to a certain place
takes a lot of pride in his work
it's not what he would choose
just does it for the money...
would if we were all truly in control of our lives? would if we stopped following orders and started following our passions? let's fire our bosses and stop being spectators.
steal a pumpkin from a pumpkin patch.
make someone a mixtape.
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You don't have to go to a pumpkin patch...just go down by the river..they're everywhere!
You sound down. You probably don't want any advice, you surely didn't ask for any, but here is some anyway.
You are computer literate. Temp! Seriously. It breaks up the monotony and if a place they send you fits, hit them up for a job. Or more often than not, they will offer one to you. Almost every job I've ever had I got this way. You get to try on jobs for size and if you don't like it, leave and get a new one. And you don't look lazy or flaky for it.
Take it or leave it...good luck!
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