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As I layed in the bathtub this morning late for work watching the steam fill the room, it occured to me once again that my life isn't going exactly how I want it to. Of course that was followed by the question "Whose is?" I suppose it's just a matter of getting as close as possible to the idea. Until the direction changes of course. I'm currently studying the basics of electricity. It runs in my blood. I rewarmed some chili I made day before yesterday, tastilicious, lascivious. We had a gay ass meeting at work yesterday. It was scheduled during my shift and somehow that was my fault. Poor scheduling and lack of preparation really can bring a man asunder. I work for a tyrant piece of steaming cow waste. (I'll go toe to toe with you on an I.Q. test any day of the week bitch! But you wouldn't out of strict insecurity. That's why he takes cheap shots! Uh oh Procrastination has left me at the bottom of a pile steaming responsibilty that I really don't want to fool with. But if I don't, more trouble will surredly ensue. Fuck me running, in circles, whatever.
out of time BRB
out of time BRB