My parents magically showed up in Charlottesville today (they either have a fucking crazy radar or read this blog; either is a scary option) and I talked with them about my
sexual work/life frustration. They said a lot of stuff which I don’t really remember (I don’t remember much these days, lol). My mom was surprised that, at such an early age (21?) I discovered that life is actually a boring piece of shit (SPOILER ALERT). Anyway, I’ve pretty much come to the conclusion that
- I am dangerously apathetic.
- Apathy stems, partly, due to lack of goals and/or life purpose.
The two kind of feed into one another — I don’t give a shit because I don’t give a shit to give a shit. Financially speaking though, I do need that job because I can’t imagine working for a shitty $12/hour ever again. Even if I just sit on my ass and get paid to dick around not doing anything it’s better than working at Pizza Hut serving some fat (err, fatter than me) fucks every day.
Also I bought some lumber, a spade bit to countersink with and a shiny C-clamp — going to spend tomorrow grinding my carpentry skills and build myself a desk (been needing one for a long time). It’s a fuck of a lot cheaper to buy a bunch of 2×4″s and some plywood (though that fucking piece of wood cost me $20 — it’ll make a nice top though; the shit came to a grand total of $50) than it is to buy a shitty “LOL NO TOOLS NEEDED SOME ASSEMBLY REQUIRED” desk which cost $150-200 at Staples.
Hopefully having a nice workbench will be a catalyst for many fun projects and I’ll cheer myself the fuck up. Because no one likes a bosnian faggot.No comments