The Dude Abides

What a month it has been. I got married, which was fun. If you're wondering how some one with such a conflicted oedipal kind of relationship with religion does a wedding, I'll tell you.

Ever seen The Big Lebowski? Well I have. And it spawned an online religion called Dudeism. So, one of our friends got ordained and after we had "acted in accordance with the standards of being relaxed and groovy, made commitments, exchanged tokens and pretty much taken it easy in my sight" he permitted the dude to kiss the chic and there you have it. Married in a public park with an audience of 30, about 24 more than we originally wanted. I don't know what's with people inviting themselves and other people to somebody's wedding, but whatever, man. Take any rug in the house.

So anyway, I'm a married woman and everyone asks me how married life is. You know what I want to tell them? "Oh my GAWD it is the worst experience EVER" just to see what they say. Not to get all mushy, but living together first means there isn't a ton that changes. That being said, I still admit that picking the guy I did is one of the best things I've ever done for myself (hopefully he's cool with it too, 'cause if not, things might get awkward). It's nice to have some one to tolerate my bullshit and call me on it when he's had enough.

In other news, I've been working on getting a job and you don't realize how right everyone is about the job market sucking is until you actually start applying. I've put in 15 applications and had a whopping 2 interviews. And I'm not applying for CEO positions or anything, we're talking stuff like Smith's and the University Bookstore. Great time to have a degree, ain't it folks? The good news is that the interviews have both been for jobs that I actually reeeeeeeeally want.

Anywhoozle, I've got an idea for a new post. When it comes, please feel free to inform me whether I sound racist, just don't do it in an internet troll kind of way. We need hairy-handed melting eyeball myths for that kind of behavior.