My Diease, My Infection
The real world sucks. As of now I have a job working something that I swore I would never do. I'm doing the 9-5 in a cubicle filing shit for minimum wage. Oh the horror. I can just feel some higher power giggling inanely at me saying, "How does your last day of freedom feel, hmmm?" Fuck. No more staying up till 7am painting for me. I really don't want to work there in the first place, but I was guilt-tripped into it instead of working at Starbuck's. I'm such a fucking sap.