Do or do not. There is no try.

Great words from Yoda. In the end trying and maybe's don't add up to anything. They are failures. I'm sure I'll have more failures in my life. For God's sake, I'm not perfect people (no matter how much you hold me to a higher standard I have faults too). Like one is extremely dry hands. Gross. So for fucks sake, let's start that jedi training already.

It's the job market. It's looming. And I don't like what I hear. Fuck what I hear. Do or do not. I will got a job. Maybe not the first one I apply for. Maybe not the second. Or the third. Or the fourth. The fifth. Sixth. Oh you get the picture. If there is one thing I've learned in school (fuck me it's been a lot of years in the education system) that is things will eventually work out. I know what you're thinking. You like it entirely too much when I curse. You and your sick, twisted mind. Whatever floats that boat of yours. And keeps you reading of course.

Imagine this. Grad school. In three or four years that is. All you youngster creative fucks that think you can write... I might eventually be your professor. Now that's a scary thought.

Hold on to your socks, Horrorscope,

Don't cause trouble. No one will have your back. And everyone will have the other person's back. You'll be royally fucked. (I'm attempting to get in all the fucks that I missed during my hiatus). Go say hey to that person you like. But you'll totally be turned down. Like I said earlier. Do or do not. There is no try.

I didn't see any welcome back signs and I'm beginning to think I am the only one that reads this. And only when I type it out really. Growl.

Going to go ice by blistered fingers from typing and turning pages,
LQ