Right now, right at this very second, I'm thinking I've missed the point.
Or perhaps saying that I've forgotten the joke that used to seem so obvious to me would be a better way to put it.
I'm checking my email every five seconds waiting to be told I got that office job. I'm stressing out about the piece of shit car I just scored and how much money it's going to take to have it running safely again. I'm pissed that, right now, it won't start. I'm pissed at myself for having slept the day away and for drinking coffee at 9.30 at night. I'm disappointed in myself that I didn't head into town to drink with a group of people I barely know, who don't really care about me and (to be honest) I don't really care about in return.
I'm upset and stressing and obsessing over things that never used to mean shit to me.
Yeah, I think I've forgotten the joke. But I remember the punchline. The punchline was always: "Not me, pal. Not in this lifetime"
Right at this moment the idea of shacking up with my stoner ex-girlfriend in some crusty hovel in the suburbs, working part-time and living to do nothing more than get stoned, watch pirated TV, listen to loud music, write for the pure unadulterated love of expression and fuck like yard-dogs, is REALLY fucking attractive.
Maybe tomorrow I'll feel differently. But tonight I don't want to.
Or perhaps saying that I've forgotten the joke that used to seem so obvious to me would be a better way to put it.
I'm checking my email every five seconds waiting to be told I got that office job. I'm stressing out about the piece of shit car I just scored and how much money it's going to take to have it running safely again. I'm pissed that, right now, it won't start. I'm pissed at myself for having slept the day away and for drinking coffee at 9.30 at night. I'm disappointed in myself that I didn't head into town to drink with a group of people I barely know, who don't really care about me and (to be honest) I don't really care about in return.
I'm upset and stressing and obsessing over things that never used to mean shit to me.
Yeah, I think I've forgotten the joke. But I remember the punchline. The punchline was always: "Not me, pal. Not in this lifetime"
Right at this moment the idea of shacking up with my stoner ex-girlfriend in some crusty hovel in the suburbs, working part-time and living to do nothing more than get stoned, watch pirated TV, listen to loud music, write for the pure unadulterated love of expression and fuck like yard-dogs, is REALLY fucking attractive.
Maybe tomorrow I'll feel differently. But tonight I don't want to.
"Right at this moment the idea of shacking up with my stoner ex-girlfriend in some crusty hovel in the suburbs, working part-time and living to do nothing more than get stoned, watch pirated TV, listen to loud music, write for the pure unadulterated love of expression and fuck like yard-dogs, is REALLY fucking attractive."
PLEASE DONT
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