- i’ll trade you 5000 apples for 3000 eggs because i can.
the ridiculous part is that i’m already planning out a list of must-buy items. but i haven’t even gotten one paycheck yet. greedy? yieah. planning ahead? definitely.
the calender hanging on the walls of my cubby says something along the lines of “get your day started before your morning coffee”. to which my reply is: fuck you, don’t even make jokes about my cawfee. that’s right. that’s teaching that calendar a thing or three about inspirational crap!
not a morning person. damn the switch around. since this gig looks like something worth the long haul imma have to upchuck my prefs. boo!
accounting sucks. i’ll employ a cpa FOREVER.
on the other hand, i found an art school located in monrovia that offers online classes for earning B.A.’s in artsy fartsy majors. so that’s super cool. my ass always pulls the run around when it comes to societal conventions like, yieah, degrees and other such nonsense. i seriously miss those art history classes and the best class right now is the business math one cuz there’s something about fulfilling the childhood dream of clicking madly away on a printing calculator. i’m really a simple gal at heart with simple, simple pleasures. in such ways, my ambitions rank below that of a potato. just to be and nothing more.
auntie pam mentioned nostalgic longing for childhood innocence when she hears the sound of kids playing in the morning. filtered through my gutter mind, this translates to “fuck maturity and wisdom, i need to regress into neanderthal to find happiness in life!”.
so yieah.
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