Junk-Food Goddess

For the first time since I turned fifteen-years old, I am officially unemployed.

I don’t really know what this means, so I’ve broken it down a bit:

I no longer have a job.

I don’t need to wake up before seven o‘clock (or noon for that matter).

I don’t have to act like I am 35-years old.

Business/casual dress is OUT of my life.
I have eaten Ramen noodles twice in the last 24-hour period.

I do not have access to Adobe Illustrator (sad!).

I get to spend more time with the people I love.

I am going to be making serious budget adjustments.

I’ve reconsidered my lack of television.

I can stop wasting 10 hours a day on something I dislike.

I have more time to focus on school.

I have more time to focus on things I like to do.

I now have no excuse for my shitty commitment to blogging.

I now realize that what I’ve feared for so long is actually a blessing.

Other than spending time with my wonderful boyfriend, today consisted of two things: junk food and television. When asked what I’d done with my day at one o’clock in the afternoon, I promptly responded with, “Well I showered earlier”. I think I’m doing pretty damn well, right? Some people would consider this the mourning stage after such a traumatic and depressing event, but I’m actually just being lazy. I embrace this inner junk food goddess that has emerged…Superman slippers, messy house, racecar pj’s, Ramen Noodles, and all…I’m a complete package, you guys!