pass the word along, tell the men it's time to shoot the moon
I could kick pop culture's ass.
So uhh- it's hot? And of course it's not "Florida hot", but it's hot enough that one without ac would complain. Having a fan blowing on me at nite is nice, even if it is hot air. The race fans are here now which I find somewhat ironic. I loved that today at the local grocery store it was NASCAR dress down day or something of such nonsense. I just can't get away from it.
After five or six months of not having a job I forgot how draining they can be. Mentally, physically, socially (although that last part didn't really change much from when I was jobless). I feel like I never know what the fuck I'm doing. I get up at 6, get ready, drive for an hour, work from 830-5, drive home for an hour, eat, shower, watch like an hour of tv and fall asleep. And weekends are a joke. It's sad. And I'm not saying "Oh, poor me!". Well, I mean- I am, obviously. But I mean, poor us. Poor monotonous workers. I do like my paycheck tho.
[Money is the force that drives us all].
Furthermore, with this job- the idea of visiting is a reality. Finally.
That was pointless. I'm off.
"I know what my people are thinking tonight,
As home through the shadows they wander.
Everyone smiling in secret delight,
They stare at the castle and ponder."
So uhh- it's hot? And of course it's not "Florida hot", but it's hot enough that one without ac would complain. Having a fan blowing on me at nite is nice, even if it is hot air. The race fans are here now which I find somewhat ironic. I loved that today at the local grocery store it was NASCAR dress down day or something of such nonsense. I just can't get away from it.
After five or six months of not having a job I forgot how draining they can be. Mentally, physically, socially (although that last part didn't really change much from when I was jobless). I feel like I never know what the fuck I'm doing. I get up at 6, get ready, drive for an hour, work from 830-5, drive home for an hour, eat, shower, watch like an hour of tv and fall asleep. And weekends are a joke. It's sad. And I'm not saying "Oh, poor me!". Well, I mean- I am, obviously. But I mean, poor us. Poor monotonous workers. I do like my paycheck tho.
[Money is the force that drives us all].
Furthermore, with this job- the idea of visiting is a reality. Finally.
That was pointless. I'm off.
"I know what my people are thinking tonight,
As home through the shadows they wander.
Everyone smiling in secret delight,
They stare at the castle and ponder."