charitee

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Good night my little maniacs!
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Work.. yuck.

Is it Friday yet?


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Work is over. Charitee is a happy girl.


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Ok, so it's only Monday. That means I have 4 days left of slavery until becoming blissfully free on Friday night.

I ask you again, is it Friday yet?





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It's 9pm and the sun hasn't gone down yet.

Remember when you were little and you hated having to go to bed when the sun was still up and how you got up as soon as it did?

I'm stressed out today. Rents due and my checking account balance is laughable. I work my ass off all week and it still doesn't cover shit. I feel defeated. I need a break, a vacation, a night out.. some sleep.. something.

I guess I shouldn't complain. I have Zip, my kids, my friends.. but as great as they all are.. love doesn't pay the bills. It should, but it doesn't.

I had a conversation today with a kid I work with. He's a song writer when he's not stuck at his yuppy job. He's an interesting character. He thinks that his music and writing ability comes from saddness and despair and that being happy will ruin his material.

Isn't that sad? He thinks being happy will ruin his material. Fuck, even The Cure had a happy period.

Why is saddness and depression such an outlet for creativity? Shit, no wonder I feel defeated. The world and it's artists survive on their issues and malfunctions.

The world needs Prozac.