This makes me laugh and cry at the same time. Really, what are we poor English majors to DO in life??
Ah, careers and jobs and salaries and real life matters. How you depress me. So very, very much.
I like my rosy pink bubble of illusion, thank you very much. I'm comfortable in here. We have discussions about death in Emerson and the cult of Harold Bloom. And cookies.
Lots of cookies.
What I'm listening to: "Not Fair" by Kate Havnevik
What I want most: someone to tell me "Do X. Study Y. You'll be fine. Z is the greatest, happiest place in the whole wide world!" (*sigh*)
Thursday, October 28Posted by Shelly Holder