adelina

I didn't like the orange-ish copper-ish hair so I dyed it red two days ago. When will I stop messing with my hair you may ask - I dunno! I need a new job - something that I can be proud of, or at least something that I could enjoy, or at least a job which doesn't make me want to murder my evil bosses. I feel like a wheelbarrow without sod, a vessel without cargo. Sometimes I get so angry with myself because the disinterest, disillusionment and the overall lack of inspiration prevents me from going out there and finding a better job or searching within myself and starting something of my own which won't make me so dependent on money from a company I've grown to dislike and who I currently work for. It's not that my situation is dire and I'm lingering at the crossroads of either a paycheck or homelessness -- it's just that I don't want to be the krill eaten by big sperm whales any longer. I don't want to be one of the guppies for supper. No one wants to be served up as such.