| 1 |
Having
to pay for and take the Bar a second time. How the hell am I going
to do that? |
| 2 |
Lactose Intolerance. Don't let me at some milk. It's bad enough for
me, but much, much worse for those around me. |
| 3 |
Fat fuckers at the gym who think they're on some Strongman shit just
because they're fuckin' fat. Fuck you, fat fuck. You're just fat.
So put your arms back to your sides, take some weight off the bar,
exhale, and quit trippin'. |
| 4 |
Being in a worse financial condition than the cats to whom I give
change outside of Peet's. One guy has a pitch about "economic
equilibrium for all this nation's people." Shit. I'm about $109,999
in edjucashunal debt away from my personal equilibrium, how 'bout
you, patna? |
| 5 |
Rubio's/Baja Fresh. Allegedly fresh Mexican fast-food has the same
effect as (2) above. |
| 6 |
My
mind as my only asset. It's just too bad that I'm clearly not cut
out for "thinking work." I'll be one educated-ass ball retriever
at Malibu, though. |
| 7 |
Being
a Warrior fan for over 20 years. It's a life where you can NEVER,
EVER respond when people talk shit. Ever. "What, punk. Adonal
Foyle. Now what." Pathetic. |
| 8 |
Having
a serious inferiority complex about barely graduating from a ninth
tier law school. Knowing that, had anyone from US News and World Report
actually attended that shit, the rating would be precipitously worse. |
| 9 |
Being
a chronic underachiever. With the stultifying inability to shake yourself
out of it. See also: God's Son Nasir
Jones, Demetrius Mitchell. |
| 10 |
The
first day of Rhetoric 1A at Cal. My life veered irretrievably off
course the second this enormous bespectacled Chinese man in the desk
to my left arose from his seat and proclaimed, "My name is Big
League Choogle. I'm from Long Island, New York." Hundreds of
missed classes and Sapporos at the Bear's Lair later, I'm a dead-broke,
Bar-failing, underachieving loser, dropped twice this year, and whose
car just won't stop billowing smoke. Damn. |