i literally laughed my ass off at these two for about twenty minutes. cumbersmaug!
Some days, all that there is to say is Marshmalloooooow! Right, Cumberbatch?
can’t. handle. the. cuteness.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I HATE applying for jobs in this brave, new, world. Yeah, the internet makes it easier for HR / recruiters, but it’s a bitch for job hunters. Why do I have to fill out twenty screens about my work history, etc. when it’s all in my resume? I swear, they must make it near impossible for the unemployed to apply just so they can limit the number of applicants.
The good news, if there is any, is that I’ve found a few international companies to apply for. The other good news is that I have the time to do nothing but take over an hour to fill out one freaking job application on line.
I don’t know… I’ve had some interesting positions placed in front of me from some different recruiters. Maybe there’s a light at the end of the (very short?) tunnel. I don’t know yet…
I had to cancel my plans to go to London for Nick’s wedding. It was too expensive to fly overseas and since I wanted to pay for everything the day it went on the card, it would have eaten up cash reserves we may need until I can find a job. I guess I’m glad we waited for the invite before we solidified our plans… I didn’t want to go into debt for this especially since I don’t know if we’d even be able to make the minimum card payments…
I also quit the Muchachos this morning. Not a happy decision and not a quick one. The bass line never had the same line up, we only met once every two weeks, and it’s hard to practice (let alone memorize) when you don’t have the passion. I’ve been frustrated since our second rehearsal, and it’s just not fun for me. It breaks my heart to make this choice, too, but I just don’t care anymore. I’d chalk it up to post job-loss depression, but this started back in November. I feel bad that I’m letting them down… I really am. We have two big parades coming up this month, but I just can’t find the energy to even care that I’m letting them down. (“Oh! Look! There goes the last fuck I give!” as the kids on tumblr say.)
I’m cutting friends out of my life because they can’t bother to be there when I need them (see yesterday’s entry), so why should I keep anything else in my life that doesn’t bring me joy?
Also, anytime I see Bibbety Bobbety Chumbawumba’s real name, a certain song plays on my iPod / iTunes, and once in a restaurant. WTF, universe? Those days are LONG past. Can you give up on the torture now? Cumberbabe’s not even related to that time period… they just happen to share three letters! Three stupid, insignificant letters. Grrrrrr…
sad to say, but this is how i’ve been feeling lately…
I try not to be a needy person, and I keep a vast majority of what’s going on in my head private. (I hear you laughing…Piss off.)
I know, I know, I dump a lot of emotional baggage here. BUT. Sometimes, it feels like that’s the only way I can ask for help…
I know you’re out there reading my blog.
I know you know how to get in touch with me.
So why the fuck don’t you?
(this angsty post brought to you by the loneliness caused by being home alone all day, waiting for the phone to ring…)
on working with cumberbatch in “the hobbit”
Seriously - as Watson or himself, that hedgehog is one BAMF.
I saw someone say on tumblr that Watson has a doctorate in sass and a degree in fuck you, but honestly? I think that’s just Martin.
I’ve noticed that I can’t call Bassdrop Cumberwubwubwub by his first name… It’s always going to be Cumberbatch.
Bonus points to anyone who knows why!