WHY 22 IS THE END: NO ONE "GETS" YOU ANYMORE

Kristen and I met while we interned at a cable television channel while in college. We were in New York City for the summer, none of our friends were really in the city, and we had a lot of free time while at work. So, we spent most of our hours making LOL creatures to maximize LULZ instead of committing suicide in a cubicle.

Beyond that, one thing we realized that summer (and what brought us to be ~*~bEsTiEs~*~) is that no one we worked with understood us or got our humor. We were lone rangers, cruising through a desert on the fastest wild stallions in the West. People in our office couldn't keep up (At. All.). Most of the other interns couldn't even keep up. It got to a point where our bosses were like "We don't give you real work, so make us a Powerpoint presentation of current trends because you introduced us to LOL and Facebook, so you guys must be hip."

So, we blew their minds with YouSendIt and Amy Winehouse--before either were trainwrecks.

And, even though we made a fancy Powerpoint, no one understood what we were saying. No one "got it." Kristen and I discuss to this day if we presented drunk and spoke French. Really, we don't get it.

As foxy 22 year olds, Kristen and I have realized the same thing as we forge into the real world: no on gets us. We both make jokes, try to win people over with our killer fashion sense, and are hard fucking workers--but no one respects or takes our worth beyond face value. No one says "Oh, she's a spectacular, comedic, ironic writer" or "Oh, he is a greaaaat actor and entertainer."

No: all we get are jobs that have nothing to do with what we studied in college. Or, they have nothing to do with what we actually want to be "when we grow up." Either way: we feel like we're doomed.

Beyond predicting "David at the Dentist" or "Kittens Inspired by Kittens," no one has taken our cool hunting predictions beyond being strange, weird, and off-kilter. We have close-to-mainstream-taste, but no one takes us seriously (which is why we started a blog).

But, you know what: we've reached a point where we don't fucking care anymore. We'll watch "Bart is the General" and laugh at "Riding On the Bus with my Sister" and still love/hate Rosie O'Donnell and not care that no one "gets us."

Whatever. Excuse our beauty.

TODAY IN IM: ONE DAY WE SHALL SHINE

K: SOMEONE KEEPS PRITING ON COMPANY LETTERHEAD WHICH WHEN RUN THROUGH A PRINTER SMELLS LIKE YOU ARE BEING SUFFOCATED BY SAWDUST
K: EW I ACTUALLY REMEMBER THAT SMELL EW
K: POOL CHEMICALS AND SAWDUST
K THE KIND OF SMELL THAT MAKES YOUR TEETH HURT
K: THAT LAST DESCRIPTION DESERVES A LITERARY MEDAL
K: WHAT CAN I SAY IM A WRITER ON THE INSIDE AND AN ACCOUNTANT ON THE OUTSIDE
K: ONE DAY: WE WILL SHINE IN GOD'S LOVE

GOD ISN'T AS BIG ON FACEBOOK AS WE THOUGHT

One of me and KF's favorite facebook related activities is an IM exchange of friends' statuses with commentary. It seemed that God was having a big day on facebook. Examples:

Facebook friend is thinking just when i wanted to give up God came and saved the day!
Facebook friend is a winner in God's eyes!

That got me to thinking: What if God was one of us? Just a facebook addict like one of us? God would probably have sooo many friends. He would probably be tagged as "the one you can depend on."

Much to my dismay, God doesn't have a profile, but he does have a PAGE! I thought God must have so many fans, but he only had 2,934! Well if God isn't that popular, than Satan must have like 5 goth kids who only have 5 friends each on facebook right? WRONG! Satan has 3,628. To put this all in perspective, Boo from Monsters, Inc. has 2,160,642 fans. YES. A CARTOON GIRL FROM A MEDIOCRE PIXAR FILM HAS TWO MILLION ONE HUNDRED SIXTY THOUSAND SIX HUNDRED FORTY TWO FANS. Boo has about 736 times the amount of fans God has. I'm kind of indifferent on this whole situation though. Can I be a fan of indifference? Yes.

FINALMENTE

FINALMENTE E' VENDREDI' EVERYONE

WHY 22 IS THE END: YOU HAVE EVEN LESS MONEY THAN YOU DID IN COLLEGE

I work as a personal assistant and am pretty content with my just-outta-college wage. However, like every working man, working woman, and--if you are in Asia--working child, mo' money brings mo' problems. And, once you are in the real world, these problems all hit at the same time.

I've learned that with car payments, rent, student loans, phone bills, credit card, and the "cost of living" combined, you barely make ends meet. I am not understanding how people can be upwardly mobile if this is how "adulthood" begins. I mean, I don't even have that high of bills but I can't imagine them going up even in the slightest. Do adults secretly win the lottery? Do adults just quietly stew in their debt? Do adults all eventually become Willy Lohman? Please, adult readers who we do not have, answer these questions.

I cant figure out what I'm doing wrong (besides not listening to my weekly Buxfer.com report) but I cannot foresee and end to this madness. You would think I am just bank-bank-banking that dough but, honestly, I have no idea where it is going because I am banking nothing. Like, zero point zero zero dollars. Like, I think I'm actually paying my boss to work for him. Like, FML.

If I can get someone to pay for my alcohol addiction and my housing and my clothes and my car, then I think I will be able to bank some money and actually move on with life. Then, maybe, 22 won't be the end.

A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS...OR TEN

Aren't they supposed to be hotter with their shirts off?

(Nick Jonas: You will always be beautiful in my eyes. I can't wait until we can make out.)

FUN WITH GOOGLE PREVIEW