Unemployment does not suit me. I drink too much, sleep too little, have too much totally meaningless sex, and spend entirely too much time without clothes on overall. My main friend group does too much skinnydipping and stripping at parties.
Wait. What the fuck am I saying? Unemployment is fucking rad as hell. Today, I woke up at eleven, made waffles, ate them with peanut butter with my friends watching Tron, went swimming, went to the drive-in and had wine and cheese, played the Game Of Thrones boardgame, cooked brauts, and now we're playing strip poker with some other people who came over. I haven't been to my apartment in three days.
Time for more bourbon and a cigarette. Maybe DMT.
Wait. What the fuck am I saying? Unemployment is fucking rad as hell. Today, I woke up at eleven, made waffles, ate them with peanut butter with my friends watching Tron, went swimming, went to the drive-in and had wine and cheese, played the Game Of Thrones boardgame, cooked brauts, and now we're playing strip poker with some other people who came over. I haven't been to my apartment in three days.
Time for more bourbon and a cigarette. Maybe DMT.
aristophanes:
Have fun while the funds hold out!