ALITerAture

urgh. i feel like such a lame ass, sitting here at my cubicle, writing
blog after meaningless blog, cruising the net like a bored teenager,
surf-sneaking in the middle of computer class. hate it. hate hate hate
it.

please dont think im slacking off work cos im not. please dont think im
not taking the initiative to find work cos there isnt any. please.

everyone around me is so immersed in thier tasks. frowns seem to frame
every forehead here. the best part is, my pc is the only one here with
the world wide web. so. its pretty obvious that when im consistently
typing and clicking away, im NOT really doing anything that is remotely
important that contributes to the companys’ name. AND, they aaaaaalllll
knows it.

to top it off, somehow, i seem to think that its okay for me to put all
this up in multiply, and then select "Everyone". at least theres a
little spirit left there. sheeeeeeesh.

issues issues. if only they grew on hair. then i could just chop all my
hair off and walk out of the hairsaloon, as light as a fairys’ ass.

but no. there s no such thing as a fairys’ ass. just like theres no
such thing as issues growing on hair. what the eff man. oh ..and
suddenly im saying eff instead of Fuck.

aaahahahahaaa…

help me. im going insane.

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