They say once you hit rock bottom you can't go lower. That is indeed not true.
Due to some "sage" advice I now find myself fighting tears at my desk.
I'm sure he doesn't mean it but fuck he can be (or just is) an ass. It's my own fault for expecting the unexpected. I should stop investing in bum stock but I never seem to learn my lessons. In the end it all comes back to the same place.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Wednesday 29 July 2009
It's a horrible experience when you realise you're stuck with the life that you have, unwillingly, made for yourself and cannot see any way to claw your way out. I have been overwhelmed with such a feeling lately, the bugs of disappointment crawling slowly and deliberately all over my former self.
A woman in America ate the brain of her new born baby, even that seems like a better life choice when compared to the spreadsheets I have to deal with. http://www.news.com.au/story/0,27574,25845958-401,00.html
There is a great big hole inside me where my soul used to be and only 40 or so years of my working life to go. Kids should not be taught that it's not wise to dream. Lobotomy vouchers should be sent out via mail as soon as we legally become adults in order to help the world deal with the experience that is 'real life'.
A woman in America ate the brain of her new born baby, even that seems like a better life choice when compared to the spreadsheets I have to deal with. http://www.news.com.au/story/0,27574,25845958-401,00.html
There is a great big hole inside me where my soul used to be and only 40 or so years of my working life to go. Kids should not be taught that it's not wise to dream. Lobotomy vouchers should be sent out via mail as soon as we legally become adults in order to help the world deal with the experience that is 'real life'.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Monday 27 July 2009
It's been far too long. Work has put constraints on both my time and soul so much so that I haven't even been vent in my chosen medium.
This will be a short entry.
So today, with the Great Leader absent, Chumpy and I got straight into a biffo. Apparently my music was "up too loud" (even though the woman who sits right near me didn't seem to notice it) and I was told to turn it off. The bigger outrage of this story is that Chumpy seemed to think that Faith No More was Guns 'n' Roses.
This lead to us giving each other the silent treatment.
It's like fighting with your adopted brother who you hate and would kill if it was legal.
This will be a short entry.
So today, with the Great Leader absent, Chumpy and I got straight into a biffo. Apparently my music was "up too loud" (even though the woman who sits right near me didn't seem to notice it) and I was told to turn it off. The bigger outrage of this story is that Chumpy seemed to think that Faith No More was Guns 'n' Roses.
This lead to us giving each other the silent treatment.
It's like fighting with your adopted brother who you hate and would kill if it was legal.
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