Okay, whatever, I’m technically not doing anything related to my career right now. In my temporary hiatus from my own life, I’ve gotten myself involved in something I hate.
I HATE getting up and going to work. I liked it for a few months, and now its just getting flat out annoying.
With some people I just feel like doing
And I do a lot of this all day →
I also do a lot of →
I mean honestly, I friggin hate it. I love it at some points, and find myself , but a lot of other times, I am totally
I gotsta keep goin’ , but I dun’ hab the himmat @ times.
Okay, fine. I just wanted to use the new smilies.
I can’t get no…
S A T I S F A C T I O N
But I try
And I try
Oh fudge it man. Why is it that we humans get bored so easily. No wonder people spend their lives switching careers plenty of times thru their lives.
Oh I like the people I work with. Its just boring - the stuff I do. You don't get bored with what you're doing after some time?
I don't know. I look forward to coming home and having some dinner and getting into bed as soon as I can. Which reminds me. I'm going to bed. Screw this.
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I HATE getting up and going to work.
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It is at this critical juncture --with the biological age fast approaching the point of no return--that mother nature surreptitiously plants the seeds of womanhood. The brain then sends carefully disguised signals to the mind tricking it into longing for security and male company, which are really nothing more than urges to spawn a crotchfruit. The situation is rendered worse by recurrent nihilistic thoughts which, when left unchecked, can sometimes teeter on the brink of full-blown dementia. Sheer panic sets in, followed by a frantic quest for a man -- any man with viable sperms. The previously adhered to ideal standards sought in a mate are lowered exponentially with each passing year, along with a snowballing of the gnawing realization that stay home moms are really living it up. This then segues into another equally unpalatable realization: the trade off of looks for financial stability--afterall, if she doesn't work, who will support the family, she ponders. This opens the floodgate, now, for all the short, dark, aloo, hairy men who share one common trait: financial stability.
Eternally hopeful,
A short, dark, ugly man with potential.
, but a lot of other times, I am totally 
rolleyes:
Cos a friend of mine did, and he missed out cos of that.