Wake, rush, work, eat, smoke, work, play, work, rest, work, eat, smoke, work, work, and return to my cubicle apartment complex, to my small white-walled box to die for the night in an eerie glow of Adult Swim and sorrow.
at least I got decent tunes to go along with the boredem.
:: shuns own optimism ::
at least I got decent tunes to go along with the boredem.
:: shuns own optimism ::
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Yeah, I know liking this site makes me a perv, but I can't escape its electronic grip. You Could Be Next! Save yourself! No, really it rocks... in a hollow and soul crushing way. I do get the only interaction with my hommies 'Zamna and CoreofSelf though, and that rocks so much I spell it RAWKS!
Dude, you need yerself a break man. You should find something crazy fun and plan for it in the near future or you might explode. By the sounds of it. I mean, you're bored enough to read MY journal. Nobody reads my journal unless they're on the brink of suicidal boredom. So you better take care of yerself.