(tired fighter from washington dc)
ok, here goes.........I moved to this, the beauracratic anus of the earth about 6 years ago. I moved here for college, I majored in urban sociology. But what the fuck! Why am I still here? I have one of those fucking jobs, straight out of 'Office Space' with Milton as our computer guy and everything. Here I sit, a damn good musician, a damn personable person too. And here I sit. Half of my job is understanding how to swallow my personality as to not rock the disgustingly fragile boat that is the confidence of my superiors. If I have one more unneccassarily awkward conversation with these people, I'm going to blow my fucking head off. I mean jesus fuck, what's wrong w/ you people? If you're that unhappy do something about it. Look in a mirror, check your pulse, check your vibe, check your expression but face fucking reality. Get a good glimpse of how you feel........ ........well? .......well, how was it? there you go, shitty. yes of course shitty, you think i can't tell? I know perceptiveness is a hated trait these days but what can i say? I was raised in the south, far away from video games and movies and whatever the case may be but I happen to be a big fan of reality. ugh, what the fuck is going on???????
