Max: Useless, Pathetic Self Pity
It seems like all I do is work, go home to find out how much money I don't have and how much life I can't afford to enjoy, then go to work again.
Is that really what life is? Is this what I have spent the last nearly 37 years to achieve?
What do I have to look forward to? Another 40 years of struggle, stress, depression, sexual dysfunction and staring at the beige walls of my cubicle?
That and turning into an even bigger dick than I apparently have already become.
EDIT
Ah, yes. I forgot about the thrill of idiots costing me what little money I have and then making it my problem to get it back...
Is that really what life is? Is this what I have spent the last nearly 37 years to achieve?
What do I have to look forward to? Another 40 years of struggle, stress, depression, sexual dysfunction and staring at the beige walls of my cubicle?
That and turning into an even bigger dick than I apparently have already become.
EDIT
Ah, yes. I forgot about the thrill of idiots costing me what little money I have and then making it my problem to get it back...
posted by Max Dobberstein at 6/02/2008 04:57:00 PM
2 Comments:
Who says you're a dick? I'll murder'em! I'll take'em down to Chinatown!
I'm the only one who gets to call you that! :)
You, me, my wife, most people I interact day to day.
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