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| a working class hero is something to be... |
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| September 28, 2004, 12:26 pm - link to
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today is the longest day in recorded history, and it's not even halfway over. anyway, it feels that way. i always hear people complaining that "time moves so quickly" but from my personal experience, time is like a sled stacked high with bricks that you pull for miles through the mud and weeds until you finally reach a small clearing and use the bricks to build your own mausoleum and then die in it.
that may sound bleak to you.
perhaps it's merely my surroundings. if time flies while you're having fun, then what does it do while you're questioning the worth of your existence versus simply imploding with frustration? time is at a virtual standstill as i'm crushed under 6 billion megatons of ennui. in other words, i hate my job.
on the brighter side, it's nearly lunchtime. BURITEOSS ARE FORTO MAEK MY DAY GOODE!!11!!... |
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