a party of pity for one
2009-08-22 | 3:07 p.m.
today i woke up and i didn't get out of bed for hours. i'd like to think thats what saturdays are for but i know i'm being an awful person again. i don't want to be anyone's anything today and i'm tired of explaining to people why i'm tired. i hate this cereal some girl ruined my song people call and don't answer when i call them back i'm uninterested in whatever drama they try so desperately to conjure up. i had a good night last night drinking and laughing with someone i shouldn't be drinking and laughing with but i'm sure he's busy today because thats how great he is. i'm not great. i'm not even real. i have nothing to write about no realizations or prose my imagination and labido are dying and noone i know has any idea that i write at all. i'd go back to bed if the world would let me i'd go back everytime.
ps. i haven't been tickled since i was a wee one then i got tickled even though i'm not ticklish i laughed till i cried and screamed somehow everything got better.
work on your management skills
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