Day one, whatever day it is, I decide to go to work and do my job. Hour one, whatever hour it is, I decide I don’t like to work and I don’t want to do my job. Minute one, whatever minute it is, I decide to leave work and I don’t care about my job. Second one, whatever second it is, I decide to close my eyes to take a nap, I dream about making an easy living.
I think school is trying to confuse me. I have been going to school for about 20 years of my life, at least 6 years after 2005, the year I graduated. I am still 2 semesters away from graduating with a Liberal Arts associate’s degree. I laugh because this is funny, you laugh because this is sad. Will I be any different with a piece of paper that has my name and accomplishments written on it? I don’t think so. I know children with 4 year degrees; they are astonished at the idea of real-life and earning an income. I have been earning an income since before I can remember. The piece of paper I receive will be just that: a piece of paper.
Girls, I know girls, I know a lot of girls. What do I know about girls? I know that I don’t know anything about anyone, especially, if they are girl. -I don’t know you. Ha, ha. I guess I don’t know much of anything at all. I hang out with a lot of girls. I know nothing about a lot of things. Who am I?
I know someone without a job who eats better than I do. I know someone who is eating salmon right now, in my kitchen, this person has not worked as hard as I have today. I can’t do much about this, but I watch anyway. I am no longer hungry, only disgusted. Tempt me virago, tempt me once and die. I am fine now. No need for violence.
I spaced out today; I was a space cadet for a moment. I was spacing out.