CPR before this blog dies, too

Of all the blogs that I've read tonight, so many of them are currently emo. WHY DON'T I HAVE ANYTHING TO BE EMO ABOUT?! I need a guy to come around and screw up my life, and then I can post emo thoughts too. E.g. 'The distance hurts so bad but I just can't fall back into your wide open arms baby because what you really want to hold isn't me and I need to give me more than that.' 'Oh! That intoxicating warmth of your breath. Makes me melt and wanna die for you.'

I was walking around in flats today. Flats are my new-found love, by the way. Heels suck. They're absolutely deceptive - make your ass and legs look good and then just short of paralyse you knees down. I just need more flats. But I don't have any money to buy them. Nor any clothes. Heck, I don't even have money to EAT anymore. So I'm just stuck with eating at home or out with mommy. Not that I'm complaining, though.

My very first job interview didn't happen. By the time I'd gotten my slow-chugging lazyass down to the restaurant they'd already hired enough staff to get over the loss of not having me around. So you say, bad start?

So yes. I have no boyfriend, no money, and no job. I think I should just sign in to facebook and make babies with myself.