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My dad got me a job in a warehouse on the sole condition that I'd need to commit for three-to-four years, no sickies or anything that might jeopardize my father's reputation. Obviously I can't just say "no" or else there'd be serious problems for me. So now I'm gearing up for wageslavedom, boyos. It's never been more over.
Maybe this is how it all plays out in the end. I'm not intelligent enough to do anything else. Hopefully, if I'm lucky, I can become a crane operator, in which case I won't need to rub shoulders with lingering packs of Nepalese animals and fat Torres Strait Islanders. I need to nail my colors somewhere. So maybe at some point I'll shore up some greater reason for "doing" things. Anyway that's retarded, but tant pis.
What I'm a bit sour about is the fact that there won't be women. At all. Or the one woman there will appear in the form of fifty-something deathfat Big Bertha. Maybe I'll learn to love these sorts of women one day in one final act of lunacy.
Maybe this is how it all plays out in the end. I'm not intelligent enough to do anything else. Hopefully, if I'm lucky, I can become a crane operator, in which case I won't need to rub shoulders with lingering packs of Nepalese animals and fat Torres Strait Islanders. I need to nail my colors somewhere. So maybe at some point I'll shore up some greater reason for "doing" things. Anyway that's retarded, but tant pis.
What I'm a bit sour about is the fact that there won't be women. At all. Or the one woman there will appear in the form of fifty-something deathfat Big Bertha. Maybe I'll learn to love these sorts of women one day in one final act of lunacy.