I'm out of the loop.
Last week, I worked 50 hours. The week before I worked about 60. Slightly less than 60, yet still quite a few hours.
I haven't had the chance to do anything that grabs me as 'fun.'
Everyone seems completely inept and disinterested in my existence.
Sorry, but that's the way it seems.
Some facets of my life can simply go straight to hell, for all I care.
I don't know. I'm just rambling.
Fuck living.
I'm contemplating letting all the hair on my face grow as it pleases, saving up all of my money from work, making some small investments, getting a degree, giving up on work at age 27, buying a van, going on tour with a band, kdis, if it's still around, and not working another day in my life at a "normal" job.
This is all contemplation, though.
I'll probably continue being a fucking slave until the day I die to anyone who decides to crack the fucking whip.
I haven't had the chance to do anything that grabs me as 'fun.'
Everyone seems completely inept and disinterested in my existence.
Sorry, but that's the way it seems.
Some facets of my life can simply go straight to hell, for all I care.
I don't know. I'm just rambling.
Fuck living.
I'm contemplating letting all the hair on my face grow as it pleases, saving up all of my money from work, making some small investments, getting a degree, giving up on work at age 27, buying a van, going on tour with a band, kdis, if it's still around, and not working another day in my life at a "normal" job.
This is all contemplation, though.
I'll probably continue being a fucking slave until the day I die to anyone who decides to crack the fucking whip.