You'll Never Take My Freedom
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[ music | Kellis - My Milkshake ]
I quit my job today. I rock. I just woke up this morning sick to death of my misery. How miserable work made me. I drink half a bottle of whatever before driving there, drink continuously during the day and then still take myself out at night with more booze. I'm out of control. I pop too many aspirin and other ill shit. One of my high school friends (third-year pharmacy student) who saw me pop some pills last night let fly at me. See, I was asking her about ephadrine and what over-the-counter products contained it. She told me because she didn't figure I used it as a metabolism booster. She was pissed off, and I don't blame her.
Fuck it. I took a deep breath and put my resignation in my boss's hands this morning. She wasn't amused and reminded me I was breaking a contract clause. I told her to shove her money up her ass and then I walked out. Never to return. I felt better immediately, like something had been lifted from me. Straight after that, I went to my psychologist and booked a session with her for Monday. Now I need professional help; for the booze, pills, cutting, anorexia and fuck knows whatever else is bothering me. My mom didn't take too badly to my decision to quit. I think her exact words were "good for you" and "I'm glad you were brave enough to stand up for your own rights". She doesn't know about my therapist appointment.
Now I'm back at home on my ass. Just fixed up my resume and I'll be pimping it tomorrow. I don't want to be unemployed for too long. It's amazing how quickly a jobless person can blow a couple of grand. Not as money-conscious as jobful people, speaking from personal experience of course.
I told myself I want to find out what makes me happy. I want a job where I'm satisfied. More than mildly. Then I'd be willing to work for lower pay because the reward is greater from another aspect.
Just ran out of cigarettes, but I don't really crave any. Don't feel like alcohol or pills either. How nice. For a change.
We have a cute blond traffic officer in our town. He can be found giving speeding tickets on his motorcycle in the main road. The first thing you notice about him is the sexiness of his ass. He's got the sexiest ass on the planet. I've always said he can ticket me any day. Today it turns out he's gay. Go figure. So, statistically, then next nice-assed traffic officer I see will be taken.
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[ music | Kellis - My Milkshake ]
I quit my job today. I rock. I just woke up this morning sick to death of my misery. How miserable work made me. I drink half a bottle of whatever before driving there, drink continuously during the day and then still take myself out at night with more booze. I'm out of control. I pop too many aspirin and other ill shit. One of my high school friends (third-year pharmacy student) who saw me pop some pills last night let fly at me. See, I was asking her about ephadrine and what over-the-counter products contained it. She told me because she didn't figure I used it as a metabolism booster. She was pissed off, and I don't blame her.
Fuck it. I took a deep breath and put my resignation in my boss's hands this morning. She wasn't amused and reminded me I was breaking a contract clause. I told her to shove her money up her ass and then I walked out. Never to return. I felt better immediately, like something had been lifted from me. Straight after that, I went to my psychologist and booked a session with her for Monday. Now I need professional help; for the booze, pills, cutting, anorexia and fuck knows whatever else is bothering me. My mom didn't take too badly to my decision to quit. I think her exact words were "good for you" and "I'm glad you were brave enough to stand up for your own rights". She doesn't know about my therapist appointment.
Now I'm back at home on my ass. Just fixed up my resume and I'll be pimping it tomorrow. I don't want to be unemployed for too long. It's amazing how quickly a jobless person can blow a couple of grand. Not as money-conscious as jobful people, speaking from personal experience of course.
I told myself I want to find out what makes me happy. I want a job where I'm satisfied. More than mildly. Then I'd be willing to work for lower pay because the reward is greater from another aspect.
Just ran out of cigarettes, but I don't really crave any. Don't feel like alcohol or pills either. How nice. For a change.
We have a cute blond traffic officer in our town. He can be found giving speeding tickets on his motorcycle in the main road. The first thing you notice about him is the sexiness of his ass. He's got the sexiest ass on the planet. I've always said he can ticket me any day. Today it turns out he's gay. Go figure. So, statistically, then next nice-assed traffic officer I see will be taken.