I feel ya. Oh, how I feel ya. Work is boring. I wish I was independantly wealthy. I'd enjoy life. I can't imagine a higher power had this in mind for what life is supposed to be.
Hey, you just disproved the existence of God! It's that easy. If those high-falutin' philosophers were doing some grunge office thing, the issue would've been resolved long ago.
why, ty! i'm tempted to reply that you must be easily impressed with one's rockin'ness, but instead i say "why, yes i do, and thank for for saying so." (though today so far i'm more a repetitive ballad than an up-tempo long-haired head shaker.)
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