rock over London. rock on, Chicago.

you know, there’s nothing more fucking frustrating than spending half an hour filling out a job application online — for a place you’re not even that interested in anyway but you don’t care because you’re desperate to find new work outside of this burg – then, clicking “submit”, and getting a failure message because the link doesn’t work.
I need a fucking job. but I’d settle for an acknowledgement from any of the places I’ve applied. you motherfuckers, you.
god fucking damn it.
son of a bitch. shit. cocksucker.