You wanna fck? That's cool, but you gotta be the greatest.

[raybear]

The poll results about how to spend my $5.91 are certainly amusing me. Though for me it's becoming less about people's votes making a decision for me and more about who can predict which little voice inside my head I will follow.

I often procrastinate on the accounting portion of my job, but then once I get started I love it. Much like doing my taxes. I put it off, put it off, put it off, then I start doing it and I'm practicially getting off on lining up all the numbers and doing the calculations. I'm not sure I'm quite anal enough to be an accountant, but I could maybe pull off being an actuary. Hell, I see my own life through the lens of an actuary -- constantly putting numbers and tangible quantities on things, including emotions. So maybe I would hate doing it 40 hours a week. Frankly, I wish I didn't have to do anything that many hours a week. I want three or four part-time careers. I couldn't even have sex full-time. Well, maybe I could. I've never actually tried and I'd certainly be willing to give it a shot.

I'm so not in the mood for the film discussion group tonight, though I know once I get there I'll have fun and it will be lowkey and non-stressful. I'm just feeling petulant, as usual.

We be all up in your crib like furniture. Time to lick shots.

Comments

little ones

[sean7232.livejournal.com]

something tells me you're gonna buy that sandwich instead of Johnny

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[dommeyourass.livejournal.com]

hell no! he's going to buy the pack of cigarettes. ;)

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[raybear.livejournal.com]

ding ding ding. tell her what she's won, Jim!

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[sean7232.livejournal.com]

well it still ain't johnny...

i'm gonna be a smoke allergic princess when i get there...anyway, i remember back in the smokin days the heavyness associated with 100 degree humidity...it was so much more refreshing shivering while corrupting my lungs

[clockwatcher.livejournal.com]

i think for me it's the obligation that gets me, not the work itself. just that someone else is telling me it has to get done.