Burn

I whined posted the other day about not being able to manage my time properly. I started a new job in June… one that actually pays me to work. My ‘free’ time has actually become quite scarce and I find myself being utterly disgusted by the fact that I MUST clean the house in my ‘free’ time. It’s not that I can’t manage my time, productively, I just don’t want to clean house. I would rather be fucking off somewhere doing something fun, like sitting in a beach chair in the river drinking a Cap’n & Coke.

This I realized at work the other day when someone asked why I would WANT to come to work every day.

My answer: Financially speaking, it makes more sense than being homeless. I was getting to the point where my idea of cleaning house was ‘light a match.’