5 June 2008

Alphabetical Misanthropy

I have come to the realization that the alphabet has done me a disservice. Either that, or my parents awkwardly conceived me a few years past when they ought to have. Why do I say this? I will tell you presently: I should be a member of Generation X.

My rationale on the subject is as follows:
  1. I fucking love flannel
  2. Grunge music has influenced me more than I had initially realized and it comes through in the music I write
  3. I work in a shitty store and am overqualified for the blithering nonsense I am required to do in order to earn just above minimum wage. Despite my BA, I will probably continue to work unfulfilling jobs that neither challenge me nor require any use of my intelligence. 
  4. As a detraction to my proof, I do not have rich parents who constantly bail me out like some type of spoiled brat poorly played by Winona Ryder. Close enough, though. 
To further illustrate my point, enjoy a clip from Mr. Show:

I suppose I am a "slacker" by societal standards. However, I would like to be employed, just not for an employer that I have absolutely no faith in. Ultimately, I want to hang out, drink beer, play guitar, listen to Blood Brothers albums, and help some kids or animals somewhere in between and make enough to pay rent and purchase beer, shoes, guitar strings, a new record player, and some tofu. If you or anyone you know is seeking to employ an individual with those qualifications, please contact me. Otherwise, fuck you and your society's rules with all the crocheting and homemade fudge for the blind.