Monday, November 20, 2006


I find myself dreaming of being on a beach somewhere, selling t-shirts to fat tourists. This business world is not cut out for me, and the dread I feel every Monday morning saps my energy so fast I hardly have time to blink. And this world of drones is no family, just a collection of fools I can usually stand for the 9 or 10 hours I'm here- it chills me to think that they each have lives outside of here, and it makes me wonder what they must think of me, with my utter lack of interest in sharing the details of my private life with them...

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