venting is mucho fun

Today I realized that when I was knee high to a grasshopper, I never really planned on what I wanted to be when I grow up.  Most people wanted to be doctors and lawyers or actors and singers.  I just began the mastery of  floundering.  The art of just getting by and having fun doing it, and even hating it at the same time.  I got an education, went to work and that lasted a total of two years.  Here I am thirty one years old, broke, unemployed, single and just received a thirty day eviction notice on my house.  What is a Mexican't to do, sabes que? Yo no se! I can sit here and dwell on the girl that just got away, or the thousands of dollars I squandered away in pursuit of fun and debauchery, or even the ever growing depression that comes from the latter of the two. 

Stay tunned to see what happens in next weeks episode of "what's that idiot done now, probably nothing"