It's Friday night and yours truly is still slogging away at the office, with poops trying to squeeze themselves out my asshole but there isn't enough moisture, it seems. I get probs like that sometimes, what you call constipation. It's gotten a lot better, though.
Sigh...my own fault. Creative juices are drying. That's why I can't get a good design out to my boss. That's why I have to do this fucking job on a rainy Friday night.
Man, I just wanna dash home and spend some quality time with my guy. Monday's Labour Day, for God's sake! Well, which is why I wanna get everything over and done with tonight. Then I won't have to fret about it anymore.
Sunday's Mother's Day but I ain't gonna be home to visit Mom. Guess I'm the most unfilial daughter you'd ever see. Come here, take a picture then. No, honestly, like other people, I'm just beginning to notice how old my parents have become.
Thought of providing them a comfortable life in which they would not need to worry about money or other cruel facets of life, too. But I guess I'm such a lazy bum it will be a helluva long time for me to achieve that. Sometimes I really do wish I have more drive.
Wondering why I'm slogging away but still have the time to blog? Well, my machine is the slowest of its kind so I have to wait for the files to open up. Anyways, gotta get back to work.
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