devildoll

2 more days til the weekend...must keep working...almost there. It's 5:30 and I worked my ass of today at work. And although I have a feeling of accomplishment, I can't help wondering sometimes...What's the point? I hate the whole concept of money really. If it weren't for money, I would happily not be here right now. Unless of course it was something I genuinely loved to do. But how many people can truthfully say that they do? MONEY...it's evil. Yet everyone WANTS it. Everyone NEEDS it to survive. It's fucked really.

Sometimes while I'm driving to work, spinning out to my music and trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes...I contemplate making a sudden, fast U and driving the other direction. And just keep driving and driving as far as I can. It's a beautiful fantasy, but one I have not yet fulfilled. I wonder how many people have done that? Or another fun fantasy I toy with is the "Office Space" fantasy....my boss comes up to me yet again to bitch about something I did or did not do that day......But I don't say one word to him, I just walk right around him and out the fucking front door.....LOL...I love that one!

ENVY...it's one of the 7 "deadly sins". Yet I must admit that I do envy those of you who have just said "FUCK IT" in the face of authority and fulfilled those fantasies that you have. And I don't mean sex fantasies...I'm talking those LIFE CHANGING fantasies where you know that nothing will ever be the same again.