Workin' Is Hard
Let's do the math on this. A man works from five in the afternoon to two at night. The next day, he must get up at nine to work another job for six hours. Assuming fitful sleeping, will that man collapse?
No, as I have proved. Getting blisters on my hands, and a sharp jagged line on my right middle finger. Fun fun fun.
Worked stripping wallpaper at a person's house for six hours. That was also fun, like being rubbed with sandpaper all day. Wet it down with cheap paint stripper gel, (which oddly enough, looked edible and smelled like bubble gum - if I was 5 years old, I'd have a hard time not putting that in my tummy...) Then I scrap it off. Got a Domino's Pizza and 50 bucks for doing it for five and a half hours.
Then, went to the library, got some books. Librarian wouldn't let me get Oz despite my ID because I was using my brother's Young Adult card...got even though, because I told her I was going to return some books that were overdue at another library, and never did. Yeah, it's like Kill Bill, only with library books instead of Hanzou steel. I have to see that movie.
I have to go get some records, preferably of bands like The Ventures or the Ramones.
Had a weird dream night before long work night - Dreamt I was in a world like 1984, about to go into Room 101. Ate a last meal, a peanut butter and banana sandwich, figured I'd go out like a King...(hope that was witty, and not needlessly obtuse). Wanted milk to wash it down with, but it was made out of mayonaise. So special to me, so weird to you. Realized when I got up I desired nothing more than freedom. Freedom from those stupid past times that just waste my brain cells, freedom from having to push myself to do those things that get me excited about my life, and freedom from having to work so many jobs just so I can pay for 1% of my college bill. I want just to be, and not have to force myself to do anything. To naturally be a better person, without having to force myself. To want to exercise. I've never been able to do that.
No, as I have proved. Getting blisters on my hands, and a sharp jagged line on my right middle finger. Fun fun fun.
Worked stripping wallpaper at a person's house for six hours. That was also fun, like being rubbed with sandpaper all day. Wet it down with cheap paint stripper gel, (which oddly enough, looked edible and smelled like bubble gum - if I was 5 years old, I'd have a hard time not putting that in my tummy...) Then I scrap it off. Got a Domino's Pizza and 50 bucks for doing it for five and a half hours.
Then, went to the library, got some books. Librarian wouldn't let me get Oz despite my ID because I was using my brother's Young Adult card...got even though, because I told her I was going to return some books that were overdue at another library, and never did. Yeah, it's like Kill Bill, only with library books instead of Hanzou steel. I have to see that movie.
I have to go get some records, preferably of bands like The Ventures or the Ramones.
Had a weird dream night before long work night - Dreamt I was in a world like 1984, about to go into Room 101. Ate a last meal, a peanut butter and banana sandwich, figured I'd go out like a King...(hope that was witty, and not needlessly obtuse). Wanted milk to wash it down with, but it was made out of mayonaise. So special to me, so weird to you. Realized when I got up I desired nothing more than freedom. Freedom from those stupid past times that just waste my brain cells, freedom from having to push myself to do those things that get me excited about my life, and freedom from having to work so many jobs just so I can pay for 1% of my college bill. I want just to be, and not have to force myself to do anything. To naturally be a better person, without having to force myself. To want to exercise. I've never been able to do that.
posted by Marshall McMahon at 4:54 AM
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