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I'm really, really sick. I didn't get to go to work the last 3 days which is my total work week. That's really going to fuck me for money.
I wish I could tell everyone that is going to buy me presents to either buy me nothing or have everyone chip in on buying me a small hut in the middle of New Zealand. I could pretend to be a farmer and make friends with woodland creatures. I could grow my beard and it would make sense.
Sometimes I get tired of looking at concrete, cars, man made crap. I think it comes down to me hating architects so much. To have so much passion for creating something that is ultimately non-organic and not part of any natural order, then telling people there is a right and wrong, bleh. Makes me sick. I do like stoves, cardboard, and dvd players though. I wish I could put all 3 together to make one appliance. That would be the only appliance I would ever need in my shanty in New Zealand.
Being sick is kind of fun in one way. For three days straight, I've laid on my arse, watched at least 20 movies and tons of tv related dvd's, drank lots of juice, had some bear claws, thought crazy thoughts while doped up on Ny Quil, and that's my existence for 4 or 5 days. Then, back to the fun stuff. I get tired of movies, laying, alochol fueled medication. It seems kind of frivelous considering my not yet purchased shack in New Zealand is being ignored....
I want to go start some trouble. Someone get me my Star Wars Imperial Guard costume, a pint of crown royal, and a broom. Something has to be done!
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I'm really, really sick. I didn't get to go to work the last 3 days which is my total work week. That's really going to fuck me for money.
I wish I could tell everyone that is going to buy me presents to either buy me nothing or have everyone chip in on buying me a small hut in the middle of New Zealand. I could pretend to be a farmer and make friends with woodland creatures. I could grow my beard and it would make sense.
Sometimes I get tired of looking at concrete, cars, man made crap. I think it comes down to me hating architects so much. To have so much passion for creating something that is ultimately non-organic and not part of any natural order, then telling people there is a right and wrong, bleh. Makes me sick. I do like stoves, cardboard, and dvd players though. I wish I could put all 3 together to make one appliance. That would be the only appliance I would ever need in my shanty in New Zealand.
Being sick is kind of fun in one way. For three days straight, I've laid on my arse, watched at least 20 movies and tons of tv related dvd's, drank lots of juice, had some bear claws, thought crazy thoughts while doped up on Ny Quil, and that's my existence for 4 or 5 days. Then, back to the fun stuff. I get tired of movies, laying, alochol fueled medication. It seems kind of frivelous considering my not yet purchased shack in New Zealand is being ignored....
I want to go start some trouble. Someone get me my Star Wars Imperial Guard costume, a pint of crown royal, and a broom. Something has to be done!
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I understand about the work thing, I just took to many days off to go to LA and then, came home to find that my hours had been cut (do to a lack in sales) Oh well. What can you do?