Put Yo Hands In Da Air
Fuck, I'm tired--and not the yawning/can't keep my eyes open kind of tired, but that wide awake/brain asleep/ achey body and joints sort of tired. Worked 11 hours today. Will work another 11 on Friday. Gotta start hunting for a new job. Gotta. I work myself to exhaustion everyday, and I have nothing to show for it. My spending habits take over and devour any kind of priority in life, which is why I am so unsatisfied w/ my life. I'm the best dressed, best tressed man about town, but I'm lacking in all other material areas. Ugh. Here I go, worrying about and obsessing over and being taunted by $THE ALMIGHTY DOLLAR$. I hate myself when I get this way. I just want a shiny new car and a loft in London and a Gucci hash pipe--is that too much to want? No. I just want somebody else to pay for it all, that's the problem.
Stay in school, kids. And Get a high-paying corporate job, making oodles of money working for "The Man" afterwards.
Then, you can buy me a shiny new car, a loft in London, and a Gucci hash pipe.
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Stay in school, kids. And Get a high-paying corporate job, making oodles of money working for "The Man" afterwards.
Then, you can buy me a shiny new car, a loft in London, and a Gucci hash pipe.
.d.