Is anyone surprised? I'm not surprised.
Wasting time before I have to get ready and try to look presentable. My life is actually fucking awesome right now. I'm happy. Go figure. I've come to terms with my job. My life (and friends/relationships/family/ambition) is coming together, I think I'm finally settling in after 22 long years, which explains the following anxiety, for which I blame everyone.
You're Prufrock and Other Observations!
by T.S. Eliot
Though you are very short and often overshadowed, your voice is poetic
and lyrical. Dark and brooding, you see the world as a hopeless effort of people trying
to impress other people. Though you make reference to almost everything, you've really
heard enough about Michelangelo. You measure out your life with coffee spoons.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
You're Prufrock and Other Observations!
by T.S. Eliot
Though you are very short and often overshadowed, your voice is poetic
and lyrical. Dark and brooding, you see the world as a hopeless effort of people trying
to impress other people. Though you make reference to almost everything, you've really
heard enough about Michelangelo. You measure out your life with coffee spoons.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.