It’s hard being disillusioned. The problem with success is that you have to keep being a success. What inspires me is never the one-hit wonder
but rather the bleeding edge that churns out success after success.
I like the idea of a lot of things. I like that girls breasts, Madeline Zima. Her breasts look really good. They must put makeup on them because they look flawless.
A girl’s breasts are probably pretty clean. A lot of people don’t realize that their dick is pretty clean. The issue is when you go to the bathroom
and you touch your dick, now you’ve made your dick dirty because your hands are just filthy but your dick is really clean since it hasn’t
gotten dirty since you showered in the morning.
At work, I sit at my desk thinking just one thing, “Today’s the day, and let’s do this!” I’m referring of course to either layoffs for the company
that includes yours truly or a ceremonial firing session that also includes yours truly. I’m not cynical, I’m just excited. For the past 3
years I have been treated like shit at my company. Don’t worry they’re not prejudice, oh \ definitely not, they impart equal shit treating
to all us.Everyone at that company is treated like shit and eventually let go for their loyalty to the company. If you have a logical
or sound idea, you are granted the honorary lifetime “fuck off” award and sent packing. I feel Mark Whalberg’s reference from The Departed about
Feds is due here. “My idea of Feds is like mushrooms, feed them shit and keep them on the dock.” That’s my company’s motto too!
Love my job, hate my boss. It all stems from the corporate big wig which is actually just a dude who put it all together with little funs and a even
smaller business plan. I only complain because I feel like I could make better use of my time in my life. Like the fact that I called in sick on Monday
and took the evening lying in the grass with my shirt off after having a drink and a smoke. That to me is worth my time.
As I sit at work I end up surfing the net. However, I do not surf the net like everyone else, nope I do it it from my iPhone which makes things
easier to not be detected when I’m reading up on bigfoot’s visit to the Redwood forest and how to do exercises that will prevent you from cuming so quickly.
At night I’m sitting home watching shitty movies on netflix because they are available for me to watch. It’s kinda this deal I have with netflix that involves them
providing a convenient service and me accepting it because it is as precious as my bodily fluid, sperm. See, the arrangement involves me adding the latest
content they put up to my queue. The shit they put up available for instant queue is exactly that adjective, shit. However, since our arrangement involves
the connivence of me watching whatever shit they put up I am obligated to oblige. That is precisely how you end up with a 4 am bedtime, as in my case.
At the end of the night as I crawl into bed and pull the cover over my head, I feel a deep surge of guilt and resentment much more so than when I first masturbated.
This is the feeling I get after watching the shit on netflix because I know that in the morning I will feel two possibly three times more like shit than I did when I could
have gone to bed at a reasonable bedtime without watching shit on netflix.
I hate the friends I have on facebook. Not because they are bad people, but because I don’t give a shit about them. I don’t like how they’re getting older and fatter
and that reminds me that the same is happening to me. However, we had an arrangement when we graduated. See, I graduated high school so I could no
longer know what those people are up to everyday. Now, with Facebook however, I am obligated to read their recent posted updates of what is going on in their
boring ass life I never cared with in the first place. What gets me is that these people were never my friends in high school and we barely spoke to each other.
Now, I get to know what is up with their careers and their political views and who they married and who gives a flying fuck.
So I deleted some of those friends and strongly considering getting rid of more. One day I will look up facebook to only see the “updates” of the few friends I have, all being either my real friends that I talk to often so I already know what they are up to and those of the hot girls that I simply remain friends to ogle their latest posted pics.
