Hsin yen pu mei
Sincere words are not pretty
Mei yen pu hsin
Pretty words are not sincere
Return to the uncraved block
- Tao Te Ching
It's been about a month since I got the word that I'll be laid off. So far, nothing's change. All the slicksters in Springfield did some creative money manuvering and managed to dough out 54 million dollars. Well to make the long story short, Krusei(CTA president) said that he's not calling off the "Doomsday Scenario" until he sees excatly how much of that 54 million will go to the CTA after Pace gets their hand on it.
So, today's June 17. Excatly one month before Doomsday begins. This fucking sucks.
I mean, it doesn't suck because I'll be losing a job that I loved. Hell nah, I hate this job. This job made me loathe humanity and all it's worthlessness. It made me drink more. In fact, I'm actually glad I'm getting laid off. I've already got money saved plus the unemployment checks(God. Unemployment. The word itself gets me all noxious and shit). I should be str8 for a lil bit.
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Return to the uncraved block
Lately I've been wondering if I'm wasting my talents. I haven't written a complete story in God knows how long. I've only practiced, if I'm lucky, twice a week. Maybe this lay off thing is God's way of telling me to get off my ass and go pursue my dreams. If I was more gun ho about pursuing my dreams from the start, then maybe I wouldn't be driving a fucking train full of drunks, bums, and snobs around the fucking city. Plus, my mom is pulling my arm about going back to school to get my Masters. I'm still on the fucking fench about that. I heard all the "you'll have more opportunities if you have a Masters" spiels that my tiny head can take. It doesn't mean you're smarter than the next man; you work just went to school longer than he did. You can have a Masters or a Ph.D and still be a dumbass. Man, this makes me wanna buy an old van and go nomadic: wonder around the country, searching for adventure and shit. At least I'll get to see, hear, learn, smell and taste a life that can't be obtained by sitting in a sterile classroom, listening to some asshole teacher lecture about worthless shit while you're looking at your textbooks with blank stares for three hours. That's not living. But I do wanna to make my momma happy for once. Oh well.
Sorry about that. When I'm tired I tend to speak my mind more.
Sincere words are not pretty
Mei yen pu hsin
Pretty words are not sincere
Return to the uncraved block
- Tao Te Ching
It's been about a month since I got the word that I'll be laid off. So far, nothing's change. All the slicksters in Springfield did some creative money manuvering and managed to dough out 54 million dollars. Well to make the long story short, Krusei(CTA president) said that he's not calling off the "Doomsday Scenario" until he sees excatly how much of that 54 million will go to the CTA after Pace gets their hand on it.
So, today's June 17. Excatly one month before Doomsday begins. This fucking sucks.
I mean, it doesn't suck because I'll be losing a job that I loved. Hell nah, I hate this job. This job made me loathe humanity and all it's worthlessness. It made me drink more. In fact, I'm actually glad I'm getting laid off. I've already got money saved plus the unemployment checks(God. Unemployment. The word itself gets me all noxious and shit). I should be str8 for a lil bit.
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Return to the uncraved block
Lately I've been wondering if I'm wasting my talents. I haven't written a complete story in God knows how long. I've only practiced, if I'm lucky, twice a week. Maybe this lay off thing is God's way of telling me to get off my ass and go pursue my dreams. If I was more gun ho about pursuing my dreams from the start, then maybe I wouldn't be driving a fucking train full of drunks, bums, and snobs around the fucking city. Plus, my mom is pulling my arm about going back to school to get my Masters. I'm still on the fucking fench about that. I heard all the "you'll have more opportunities if you have a Masters" spiels that my tiny head can take. It doesn't mean you're smarter than the next man; you work just went to school longer than he did. You can have a Masters or a Ph.D and still be a dumbass. Man, this makes me wanna buy an old van and go nomadic: wonder around the country, searching for adventure and shit. At least I'll get to see, hear, learn, smell and taste a life that can't be obtained by sitting in a sterile classroom, listening to some asshole teacher lecture about worthless shit while you're looking at your textbooks with blank stares for three hours. That's not living. But I do wanna to make my momma happy for once. Oh well.
Sorry about that. When I'm tired I tend to speak my mind more.
ash:
FUCK IT ... enjoy your time off and make the best of it. if that means writing more .. so be it!!
