SACKED...
...driving towards Jupiter this evening to pick up the last "official" paycheck I didn't know I had...a back-track of vacation pay: "thanks, corp. Hopefully this will be a short break from all the organization!"
...feeling butt-swallowed...alway tense and nervous like Talking Heads song...don't really care much for the new day schedule...you can see other people's faces as you drive...and the night seems so much more mysterious because that could be a really cute girl or guy who is tail-gating you or it good be a really fat grandma chasing after some cookies...
...and tonight as I'm driving back towards Mars...some crazed eraser-head drives as if some strange magnetic force is keeping us bumper to bumper...and as I drive toward the upwards street that leads to my own cozy nook...car keeps brighting me as if should stop and pull over...almost parked my green pulp capsule, because maybe this could get exciting...like surprise tongue to tongue purple madness (always wear my whore cologne just in case), even if it's only one brew at the bar...
...but never do I actually ever stop...knowing my luck, it'd be a bunch of gangsters wanting to pull a gun on me...maybe I should have stopped....it could have been a fun death or maybe I could have made another good friend...my life is strange like that because I'm not really afraid of anything, while I'm just waiting to be killed.
..what really pisses me off most about today is the fact that I started drinking early, 11:00 p.m. because I thought my next interview was scheduled for 11:00 a.m.--damn, how I really wanted another hang-over ibuprofen high, because those are the best--I'll say anything, do anything, because I am feeling loopy and care-free like some old Talking Heads song...
...And so, I'm gonna gain lots of sleep before the interview...that's whats really driving me insane...I'll have nothing to say...hope the next company knows that they're dealing with a madman, or else I might still be stuck collecting unemployment...and that just fucks up my creativity.
...driving towards Jupiter this evening to pick up the last "official" paycheck I didn't know I had...a back-track of vacation pay: "thanks, corp. Hopefully this will be a short break from all the organization!"
...feeling butt-swallowed...alway tense and nervous like Talking Heads song...don't really care much for the new day schedule...you can see other people's faces as you drive...and the night seems so much more mysterious because that could be a really cute girl or guy who is tail-gating you or it good be a really fat grandma chasing after some cookies...
...and tonight as I'm driving back towards Mars...some crazed eraser-head drives as if some strange magnetic force is keeping us bumper to bumper...and as I drive toward the upwards street that leads to my own cozy nook...car keeps brighting me as if should stop and pull over...almost parked my green pulp capsule, because maybe this could get exciting...like surprise tongue to tongue purple madness (always wear my whore cologne just in case), even if it's only one brew at the bar...
...but never do I actually ever stop...knowing my luck, it'd be a bunch of gangsters wanting to pull a gun on me...maybe I should have stopped....it could have been a fun death or maybe I could have made another good friend...my life is strange like that because I'm not really afraid of anything, while I'm just waiting to be killed.
..what really pisses me off most about today is the fact that I started drinking early, 11:00 p.m. because I thought my next interview was scheduled for 11:00 a.m.--damn, how I really wanted another hang-over ibuprofen high, because those are the best--I'll say anything, do anything, because I am feeling loopy and care-free like some old Talking Heads song...
...And so, I'm gonna gain lots of sleep before the interview...that's whats really driving me insane...I'll have nothing to say...hope the next company knows that they're dealing with a madman, or else I might still be stuck collecting unemployment...and that just fucks up my creativity.