Oh Ely Young Band, how I love you so.
If you haven't hear them yet, you should.
The hot song is the title of the post, obviously.
YouTube that shit.
I love how the RNC (Republican National Convention) calls to ask me for donations.
I've never formally affiliated with any party, so I don't know why the hell they are calling me.
They have the nerve to ask me to donate money to them.
$100.
Are you fucking kidding me?!
I work retail and I am paying back my student loans, I can't afford to frivolously give money away.
Then she asks about $25.
Ha.
Yea. Right.
Then I go on a rant about how I have a college degree that has gotten me nowhere, so my money has to go to me just to stay afloat.
The bitch wouldn't give up.
Finally I just said no (she didn't get the hint the first two times, apparently).
Thankfully the conversation ended there.
The RNC is becoming just as bad as my college's alumni association calling for money.
I just tell them that their college degree has gotten me nowhere besides debt, so they are getting no money.
The phone call ends very quickly.
When I have my student loan payed off, in 20 years or so, we can then discuss donations.
I'll still say no, but we can discuss it.
Needless to say, I'm so very bitter about not being able to use my college degree, simply because I don't have the experience.
But no one will give you any.
It's the most annoying double edged fucking sword, ever.
Fuck. My. College. Degree.
::End Rant::
On that note, I am officially sick of holiday programs that different schools put on.
So many of them that I feel obligated to go to, and so little chill time.
And I won't even get the 'Aunt of the Year' award.
I'm also sick of being sick.
If I didn't have to sneeze so much, life would be better.
Kinda.
Not really, but I'll go with it.
Pickers can't be choosers, right?
Obviously, otherwise my life wouldn't be as it is.
I'm on day 8 without soda.
This is easy.
I am drinking a lot more water now, so that's a good thing.
Now to curb my sweet tooth, and I'd be great.
Oh to dream.
Well, I suppose I hit my bitching and complaining limit for the day.
I could go on about the shenanigans happening at work, but that would just be silly.
I would never submit you readers to nonsense about cupcake and cake vendors.
That would just be cruel.
I'm not feeling that mean today.
We'll see how I am feeling tomorrow ;)
Ha.
Bitchingly yours,
Bamf
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