Oh, boy. Tomorrow I start my first computer class, Microsoft Excel, 9am to noon with Mr. Jackson. A thrilling way to spend a Saturday morning. Fortunately the class only cost $65 so if I over sleep, I won't be out much.
I gotta go though. I know how to use Excel a little, but it's like the Spanish I took in high school. If I had to rely on that and nothing more, I could be taken advantage of by a small child whose vocabulary would make me look a thousand times more foolish. I need a better job, fuckin' money, thinks it's so damn special, so popular. Little pieces of paper and metal that people are actually willing to exchange houses, jets, baseball teams, and farm animals for, go figure. Well, the powers that be say it's a nescessary evil and so I dare to plunge myself even further into the abyss.
Unless you're driven to succeed and have a tool belt of mass destruction to hold up your Levi's from day one you wind up walking the Earth like David Carradine in that show that Bruce Lee got screwed out of for looking to quote oriental unquote searching for your lost half brother which in this case we'll call "a purpose in life." That's me in a nutshell although I don't stray too far from the compound, the electrical fence scares me to pieces.
So, I'm gonna head over to the tool shed, see if I can find me some wire cutters with a rubber grip, a flashlight, and a sack big enough to carry as many pb and j sandwiches and Guiness that I can steal from the kitchen. Then I'm gonna watch me a marathon of Ninja chop-socky films so I can learn to be all sneaky like. I'll wait until the time is right and make my move. If the alarm goes off, so be it, I'll be gone. All they will see is a lone man with good posture, wearing a suit and pushing buttons on some gadget in his hand, walking with purpose in the other direction.
Maybe then I will get married, find some one willing to exchange a house for the paper and metal pieces I have acquired, and have my 2.3 kids. Then when society comes by to check on me I can say "hey, I did everything you told me to do. Now go bother some one else, Sarah has to go to soccer practice and I have to make sure little Jimmy eats all his vegetables."
I gotta go though. I know how to use Excel a little, but it's like the Spanish I took in high school. If I had to rely on that and nothing more, I could be taken advantage of by a small child whose vocabulary would make me look a thousand times more foolish. I need a better job, fuckin' money, thinks it's so damn special, so popular. Little pieces of paper and metal that people are actually willing to exchange houses, jets, baseball teams, and farm animals for, go figure. Well, the powers that be say it's a nescessary evil and so I dare to plunge myself even further into the abyss.
Unless you're driven to succeed and have a tool belt of mass destruction to hold up your Levi's from day one you wind up walking the Earth like David Carradine in that show that Bruce Lee got screwed out of for looking to quote oriental unquote searching for your lost half brother which in this case we'll call "a purpose in life." That's me in a nutshell although I don't stray too far from the compound, the electrical fence scares me to pieces.
So, I'm gonna head over to the tool shed, see if I can find me some wire cutters with a rubber grip, a flashlight, and a sack big enough to carry as many pb and j sandwiches and Guiness that I can steal from the kitchen. Then I'm gonna watch me a marathon of Ninja chop-socky films so I can learn to be all sneaky like. I'll wait until the time is right and make my move. If the alarm goes off, so be it, I'll be gone. All they will see is a lone man with good posture, wearing a suit and pushing buttons on some gadget in his hand, walking with purpose in the other direction.
Maybe then I will get married, find some one willing to exchange a house for the paper and metal pieces I have acquired, and have my 2.3 kids. Then when society comes by to check on me I can say "hey, I did everything you told me to do. Now go bother some one else, Sarah has to go to soccer practice and I have to make sure little Jimmy eats all his vegetables."
marigold:
today, computer class; tomorrow, the world!