Psychology. "Oooo, how I hate Psychology." "Us too." "!"
So the guys at work call me Crow. Which is actually spelt Crowe, because my name is Russell so they are associating me with Russell Crowe, famous actor and all around best cel-phone chucker from New Zealand. Which is a lot better than being called an all-around best sheep shagger from New Zealand.
I think. Never been to New Zealand. Nice cheese though.
So I currently sit at work, bored as hell and I think,
"Russ what's wrong with your life?" and I answer
"What do you mean?"
"Well let's see: you're stuck in a job you hate, which has a bunch of insipid idiots you hate more, you've got crap when it comes down to qualifications that if you lived in America, Fast food chains would laugh at you and sic horrible ambulatory food cartons at you, you have no girlfriend, you're addicted to the Internet, you have no girlfriend.."
"Wait, you said that twice!"
"Hammering it home, sucks doesn't it, don't interrupt again or I'll give you an aneruysm..like so..."
"...............!!!"
"Right as I was saying, wipe that drool off your face, c'mon man, have some self-respect. As I was saying, is there anything in your life you're REALLY proud of?"
".....well, great parents, awesome brothers I'm not hiding behind drugs alcohol or mindless sex.."
"Last bit doesn't help your rebuttal but go on..."
"I've got several projects lined up when I eventually quit this job, and....well..I'm happy. I could be crying in a corner, beating up very small cats with socks filled with rocks and catnip to see that mixed look of pain and pleasure in there tiny innocent eyes but I'm not. Despite everything that's going on, I'm alright."
"Hmmm...well you win this round. But try to work on that girlfriend thing alright?"
"Yeah yeah.."
"But in the meantime here's a nice mental image of Number 6 from Battlestar Galactica as a brunette."
"Oooooh nice thanks. Can you, uh, slip Lucy Lawless in there too?"
"Done and done."
"Cheers."
I think. Never been to New Zealand. Nice cheese though.
So I currently sit at work, bored as hell and I think,
"Russ what's wrong with your life?" and I answer
"What do you mean?"
"Well let's see: you're stuck in a job you hate, which has a bunch of insipid idiots you hate more, you've got crap when it comes down to qualifications that if you lived in America, Fast food chains would laugh at you and sic horrible ambulatory food cartons at you, you have no girlfriend, you're addicted to the Internet, you have no girlfriend.."
"Wait, you said that twice!"
"Hammering it home, sucks doesn't it, don't interrupt again or I'll give you an aneruysm..like so..."
"...............!!!"
"Right as I was saying, wipe that drool off your face, c'mon man, have some self-respect. As I was saying, is there anything in your life you're REALLY proud of?"
".....well, great parents, awesome brothers I'm not hiding behind drugs alcohol or mindless sex.."
"Last bit doesn't help your rebuttal but go on..."
"I've got several projects lined up when I eventually quit this job, and....well..I'm happy. I could be crying in a corner, beating up very small cats with socks filled with rocks and catnip to see that mixed look of pain and pleasure in there tiny innocent eyes but I'm not. Despite everything that's going on, I'm alright."
"Hmmm...well you win this round. But try to work on that girlfriend thing alright?"
"Yeah yeah.."
"But in the meantime here's a nice mental image of Number 6 from Battlestar Galactica as a brunette."
"Oooooh nice thanks. Can you, uh, slip Lucy Lawless in there too?"
"Done and done."
"Cheers."