I am a shiftless hobo
I finally got out of my house today, in a vain attempt to reach the office and do some work. So, I am here at the office... and there is no work getting done.
Anyway, I've spent most of this week talking to people on ventrilo, while playing World of Warcraft. I'm not sure if that is more or less social than my usual practice of chatting to people on AIM/Gtalk all day/night.
I've reached this weird point where I only care about the opinions of my professors. Even some of my closest friends... I don't give a shit what they have to say about anything - at least, when it pertains to me. I also care even less what strangers think.
For example, today I woke up... staggered around... and asked the FedEx guy like eight times who the fuck he was, and why was he ringing my bell. Then, I put on my old 1980's Austrian Military Surplus shirt, some flip-flops, my pseudo-surfer jeans, and my messenger bag. I walked out into the cold and the rain. I passed by the bus stop, and I saw three women: grandmother, mother, and daughter. The daughter was kind of hot, but I'm not sure what age she was. Anyway, I thought to myself: "3 generations of white trash" and kept on walking. But, as I passed them, they looked at my flip-flops and were like omg, he's wearing flip-flops in this weather, "PITIFUL" They actually used that word. Whatever.
I kept on walking, gave this guy and his wife incomplete directions to this restaurant they were looking for, and then I walked into a Starbucks, bought a Mocha, and then walked right out - resplendent in whatever Archetype I was embracing with my shiftless, expensive-coffee drinking ways.
Whatever. I just want to go back to sleep.
Anyway, I've spent most of this week talking to people on ventrilo, while playing World of Warcraft. I'm not sure if that is more or less social than my usual practice of chatting to people on AIM/Gtalk all day/night.
I've reached this weird point where I only care about the opinions of my professors. Even some of my closest friends... I don't give a shit what they have to say about anything - at least, when it pertains to me. I also care even less what strangers think.
For example, today I woke up... staggered around... and asked the FedEx guy like eight times who the fuck he was, and why was he ringing my bell. Then, I put on my old 1980's Austrian Military Surplus shirt, some flip-flops, my pseudo-surfer jeans, and my messenger bag. I walked out into the cold and the rain. I passed by the bus stop, and I saw three women: grandmother, mother, and daughter. The daughter was kind of hot, but I'm not sure what age she was. Anyway, I thought to myself: "3 generations of white trash" and kept on walking. But, as I passed them, they looked at my flip-flops and were like omg, he's wearing flip-flops in this weather, "PITIFUL" They actually used that word. Whatever.
I kept on walking, gave this guy and his wife incomplete directions to this restaurant they were looking for, and then I walked into a Starbucks, bought a Mocha, and then walked right out - resplendent in whatever Archetype I was embracing with my shiftless, expensive-coffee drinking ways.
Whatever. I just want to go back to sleep.