you know how when you're underwater for the longest time
and then you come up to the surface
and the first breath you take?
i feel like that now
and it should be accompanied with some sort of relief and joy
but no
i feel all blah-ed cos i know that this shit is never ending
its like it starts
then when you think it stops
you look up and there's a pile of crap just waiting to be dropped onto your head again
so small eyes and i went to bodega to make ourselves feel better
you know, cos misery does love company
and for that small second, with the chocolate tart, tiramisu, ice cream, sangria and an excellent band....there was this glimmer that all will be right
then the next day came and it started all over again
WARGH
im so not cut out to work im telling you
i want to run away to some secluded beach
and open some boat company that will ferry tourists around
and i wont care about all the materialistic things in life
cos all that i'd need would be the sun, the sea, maybe a whole lot of home made rum, cigarettes, gorgeous sarongs, a hammock, a hut with a huge 4 poster bed with that mosquito net thing, a day bed....
oh who the hell am i kidding?
i cant run away....i do need my material goods
maybe when ive worked in this god forsaken rat race for another 2 decades...
i could toy with the idea of retiring at 40 probably through scamming and manipulating
and get myself a beach house
that sounds sweet but another 2 decades of this? i've barely lasted 3 months
xL
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oh my dear lauren.you make it sound so appealing. and like you i am not cut out for work..and so i fear i shall not even surpass your oh-so-wonderful feat of 3months in the monotonous mechanism they label 'work'. thanks su lin thanks a lot.
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