I have had a series of days lately. Days that make one consider doing something drastic, something that will get you fired from your soul-killing day job. This way you have no choice but to pack a bag and leave a letter. A letter in which you make your intentions of walking the earth absorbing and instilling wisdom for the rest of your life. Then...
you realize you can't do that because you bought a monthly rail pass and its only the ninteenth; you don't have the appropriate footwear for walking the earth; basically you are a coward; what would happen to my collection of neat little flaming shit? the IRS owes you money; you're cellphone contract has six more months; you would someday like to have children who do not have to be poor because there Dad just can't deal with the harsh realites of life...
you realize you can't do that because you bought a monthly rail pass and its only the ninteenth; you don't have the appropriate footwear for walking the earth; basically you are a coward; what would happen to my collection of neat little flaming shit? the IRS owes you money; you're cellphone contract has six more months; you would someday like to have children who do not have to be poor because there Dad just can't deal with the harsh realites of life...
enjoydyingalone:
wow i just wrote something like that...