What if I have some mutant gene triggered by hormone-laced food plotting to kill me. I know I’m young (relatively, anyways) but horrible things happen to young people all the time.

I wake up with this incessant pain in my ribs and back. Was told a few years ago that I had poor posture, spent too many hours typing away on a laptop, contorted and stiff. I don’t know. Winter brings out the hypochondriac in me.

Anyway, that’s not the purpose of this rambling. I’m pissed off at people who repeat that live life like it’s your last day bullshit. I just heard it for the 3rd time this week.

I have bills, student loans, family to help. I have a boss who thinks that he owns my soul. I’ve lived in hotels for most of the last 2 months thanks to work. The thought of filthy people doing filthy things in these beds makes me gag. Am I the only one who covers a pillow with a t-shirt?

A few much anticipated milestones have come and gone and all I have to show for my life is a couple of degrees and a couple thousand resentments. I could’ve sworn the dean was laughing at me both times I got my bleeding degrees.

What I’d like people to stop doing is reminisce about their youth when they didn’t have the balls to do shit with it. Yes, if you had the guts, you would’ve gone after what you wanted. But no, all you have now is lame-ass, unwanted “live life to the fullest” rubbish to pass off as sage advice.

Work, pay bills, send money, workout, get harassed by immigration people at airports. Oh yeah, for that peroxide officer in Pittsburgh: I hope you die, you worthless CUNT! Thanks to showing up late for a meeting, I lost a 4 day weekend I’ve been planning for months!

I am doing what I can. Living to the fullest or any other bullshit drivel belongs to the retirement group, too old, too lazy, too stupid to have done anything. Full or not, my live is being lived, which is more than I could say for some of you.