My home internet was broken today so I had to put on clothes and drive into the ol’ office space to work, which means I had to put on “office clothes” which means I also wore underwear, which my dick is violently resisting this oppressive garment so now I gotta keep fiddling with my dick to have it sit right in my boxers, and this is what happens when you don’t have to go to the office no more. You forget how the fuck to be in public, but like not a real public, just the fake performative public space that is an office. Also I had to talk about some inane shit for a while, accidentally, and you get hung up in that “how do I get out of this conversation?” mode, which I always have never liked. We should respect people just walking the fuck away better if they get bored, not just in offices, but life, meaning I’d like to just walk away from this life and take a shot at what’s behind door #3.
1 comment:
I know that's right! Get you some gas station chicken tonight boy. You deserve it.
Hope your internet works tomorrow.
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