Sometimes I feel like life is just relentless. It just goes on and on and on whether you like it or not. I guess I’m talking about this damn job search. It just goes on and on. Week in and week out and I have no news. Jesus Christ! Granted, Colorado has the lowest unemployment rate of any state, so the jobs are few & far between and the competition for the few open positions seems to be fierce. I’m starting to feel desperate. Fuck, I just applied for a job with HUSTLER! Yeah, you heard me right. They have a video-streaming operation in Boulder, apparently. Can you even imagine? “Who do your work for?” “Oh the local porn streamer.” I’d have so much pride. Cocks and balls all day. Oh joy!! But goddamn these bills ain’t gonna pay themselves!! WATCH. Out of all the damn jobs I’ve applied for, I’ll hear from Hustler.
On the Parental Unit front, Dad seems to have C. Diff again, which if you don’t know, causes uncontrollable explosive diarrhea (I know, you could have done without that knowledge). In addition to that, he tripped over the dog the other night and fell and injured his knee, so he’s not too mobile. Bad combination. I am one big stress and worry ball over Dad. He’s been near death from the C. Diff in the past (yes it is that bad) and no matter what is wrong with his knee, doctors can’t do much, because he can’t have surgery due to his pulmonary fibrosis, and he can’t take any good painkillers due to his terrible stomach. So, Dad is in terrible shape. Getting old is cruel, I tell ya.
So, we’ve got a possible porn job, and explosive diarrhea. Such an uplifting post, I know. I’ll try to come up with something better for my next post. Maybe a yeast infection. I’m not making any promises, though. I’m seeing the dickhead Dr. Drugs in the morning, wish me luck. We are going to WAR over my antidepressant. Hope you are all well. Peaches!