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heh, yeah. Where we're you when the 91 Recession was on? Probably 12. And now I'm being arrested.
Seriously, I'm statiscally unemployed and married. My severance ends in two months (I was really overpriced for my market) and I'm walking dogs for as much as I made as a major market broadcaster. I'd rather have fun with these dogs than worry about the bullshit ABC, CBS, or NBC (not to consider the ethnic hubris the Fox bastards) pay.
It may be just my industry, and I've always felt that I make way more than I should, but leave the ego at the door. Pick up people's trash. Mow their yard. It can pay.
Otherwise, if you're wondering why you are losing a partner to an unemployed git, it's because he has initiative and is getting the job done. Or maybe an oversized penis, in which case he has a job in the porn industry.
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I think the Apocalypse is happening all around us. We go on eating desserts and watching TV. I know I do. I wish we were more capable of sustained passion and sustained resistance. We should be screaming and what we do is gossip. -Lydia Millet
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