| I hate my job but am nothing without it. Like a prison, I hate going there but don't know how to live without it. I wish I was there right now. Watching the little ants run around.. oh they've got such "cool jobs"! *Gag*. Sometimes I dream about being in prison. All I do is read and exercise, push-ups and the like, never do I interact with anyone else. No family around to hassle me, no one I have to please. Sometimes I think Church could be the answer. Come Sunday morning, I never get the strength to go though. What about a weekend binging on uppers? That could sort me out.. at least I wouldn't be eating, which I know would be like this crazy endorphin release. It's too cold here, but could I tolerate NYC? I like some distance but if I need you, please be there or I will be crushed. I've learned to shut you out, thank heavens, where would I be today without that? Couldn't imagine it being "worse".. oh whatever that means FFS! I mean I've got good genes (and jeans) and a job! See there I go again, banging on about that job thing again. Can you believe I actually figured out a way to work from home this morning?.. on a Saturday! No one else does that, do they? This is suppose to be "the weekend".
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