the square root of 37362728 billion, cubed, squared and multiplied by 6000
mangerial duties and high-priced education. make a mark, then a dash and what do you call those things? you know, the ones that come in pair of fives? there is some 3 cent words attached to it... them... whatever.
the only way out of here is here itself. i think... it's either that or taking a left, a right, jump in a circle, do a toe touch, run a mile, then cringing. or maybe a... nevermind.
my usual wit and charm has left me. it's tired of my burdensome sulking. i like 356 things right now. and with them, come 356 x 7362525 emotions. and with that, comes 272538495747438 ways to quantify the emotions. i am simply overwhelmed! ...overworked and underpayed. i had to walk 36484 miles UPHILL...IN THE SNOW to get where i am today.
and today i see that i just don't like quantification. i need to remember that there is no mathematical equation to figuring out my life. and i was never very good at math anyway, so even if there was, it would be fruitless to try to figure it out. some order of operation would be done last when it should be first, or sixth, or fourty-fifth; multiplying when i should be dividing; using the circumfrence of a circle to find the hypotenuse of a square and a parallelogram to incorrectly describe what i'm having for dinner; function of (x) equals 57383 over incohereant speech times the square root of my smelly feet divided by the broken gears on my bike, which can be traded (cubed) with those of my brain and then squared (again) with whatever else nonsense i try to convey on any given day; finally, the TAN SAN whatever of flourescent lighting and broken speech, carried over with a remainder of 7646383830 is the number of steps i will take tomorrow, back up the snowy hill. Add 45 to this, and the meaning of the universe will reveal itself to you.
ah. if only life were this easy.
i really need to go home now.
the only way out of here is here itself. i think... it's either that or taking a left, a right, jump in a circle, do a toe touch, run a mile, then cringing. or maybe a... nevermind.
my usual wit and charm has left me. it's tired of my burdensome sulking. i like 356 things right now. and with them, come 356 x 7362525 emotions. and with that, comes 272538495747438 ways to quantify the emotions. i am simply overwhelmed! ...overworked and underpayed. i had to walk 36484 miles UPHILL...IN THE SNOW to get where i am today.
and today i see that i just don't like quantification. i need to remember that there is no mathematical equation to figuring out my life. and i was never very good at math anyway, so even if there was, it would be fruitless to try to figure it out. some order of operation would be done last when it should be first, or sixth, or fourty-fifth; multiplying when i should be dividing; using the circumfrence of a circle to find the hypotenuse of a square and a parallelogram to incorrectly describe what i'm having for dinner; function of (x) equals 57383 over incohereant speech times the square root of my smelly feet divided by the broken gears on my bike, which can be traded (cubed) with those of my brain and then squared (again) with whatever else nonsense i try to convey on any given day; finally, the TAN SAN whatever of flourescent lighting and broken speech, carried over with a remainder of 7646383830 is the number of steps i will take tomorrow, back up the snowy hill. Add 45 to this, and the meaning of the universe will reveal itself to you.
ah. if only life were this easy.
i really need to go home now.