Thinking about the suckity of work this Monday morning. Even when the work is tolerable and the co-workers are good, it suckity sucks to have to report to work every. Single. Day. Grateful to have a job, just incredibly the opposite of grateful for needing to have a job. Why wasn't I born to a wealthy family whose fondest desire is to see me, their darling daughter, make art and go to school and travel the world and eat bonbons on the davenport? Why? Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?!
Anyway, happy Monday to all you slobs out there who are at work against their will.
been piping me some grateful dead into my buds this morning. change of pace from rage or soad
I think I was switched at birth cuz I feel it too.
@shebaloney yes I believe that is true. We should be drinking memosas and eating fucking cavier, not working.
@shebaloney lol, damage is done girl, ugh.
@shebaloney Italy baby. You?
Maybe Amsterdam, yes Amsterdam.
@shebaloney a girl after my own heart, dang. I'd rather be poor in Prague than here, lol.
@shebaloney I caught that but I took the true meaning of it....so be it!
Best Monday poem ever!
@shebaloney
My heart recognized that immediately. Maybe it had been there.