Of all the gin joints in all the world,
I find myself at the parker inn again.
Frustrated. At myself and the world. There’s about a million things I could be doing with my time. Instead I’m mostly sleeping, eating, and working at a job I hate. ( The job itself isn’t so bad, but its far from what I love to do, and any job similar but different I would hate as well)
The truth is I have an abundance of time, as I sleep in every morning and give myself just enough time to make it to work, evenings, saturdays, and my infamous lazy sundays.
I’m not putting myself down. I work hard and I enjoy my time off. However I am not developing at the rate I should be or want to be.
I’M SLACKING! Freelance writing…unwritten, stories…unweaved, pictures…UNTAKEN!
Not to mention the looming factoid that my temp status may come to a close at the end of this month. A more responsible person would be hoarding money left and right, I however borrow from myself and always seem to end up with little more than a few dollars in the bank leftover. No matter how many hours I work, or how much money I save on my rent… I just can’t seem to get ahead. Not to mention school didn’t work because it turns out I actually can’t be everywhere at once. Bummer!
What am I to do with my existence? Not only will I NOT lead a life of quiet desperation, but I can’t just sit back and swallow all that thrown at us as American citizens. Hello occupy whatever… Forget about the 1 percent, what about the healthcare crisis?
It’s time for a revolution… Who is with me? Now if only I could get up off my lazy butt. Maybe after this beer 😛