It’s
1.30am on a Saturday night and I’m sat here. Have I no social life? I don’t
reckon much of it will be left if I continue to give in to lethargy.
Remember
how upon opening your history books, the Sandman would suddenly decide to pop by
for a visit? Well I’ve come to realise that doing work that ain't of my
interest will eventually kill me, or in this case have me sleeping first. And
then there’s the second theory of how I’m just a lazy cow getting fatter by
the second that should just marry a rich old dying bastard and inherit his
wealth when he kicks the bucket. Alternatively marrying the rich would simple in
that way.
I’m
just plain lazy.
Just
found out yesterday that my current and longest standing project takes a minimum
of 6 months to finish, by a consultant… -_-
And why is it no one told me I’ll have to manage all that in effing 2
odd months? And with absolutely haphazard assistance from the client at that? Oh
btw, I’m not more with KLue… my current profession (if you can even term it
as that) would be freelance poolazer/shopper/bum/writer…yeah that about sums
it really. At times like these I am in need of Calvin’s duplicator… but then
I’ll end up with many Kat’s that ain’t gonna lift a finger. Neexxxt! But
then again if there were more Kat’s I’ll be able to take more jobs rather
than being stuck with this one and a few other tiny ones.
ARGH! Need more hands!
Wasn’t more time the one luxury available to me when I stopped working full time? I guess not…cuz then there’s ALLOCATION for effing shopping and lazing. Oh fancy that, time allocation for lazing? What’s the world coming to? Anyways, bottom line I’m lazy lazy and lazy with a desperate need to go back to that kickboxing and latin class. And German… good god German, when am I ever gonna get to that refreshers class? Help…
Spent
most of today running to corners of KL I never quite realised existed. Children
playing on pavements, shoeless, shirtless and yes luvlies… I believe there
might have been a few pant less amongst the lot. *Brr*
Ok
need sleep, forget the work it’s Sunday already. Illegal to work. Fuck but
it’s Monday the morning after. I’m screwed (no not literally boys and
girls).
Time
for comfort food *reaches for the tandoori chicken in the micro*
Oh and I’ve gained MORE weight. DO I rejoice? 4 years ago I might… But now? *looks at wobbly belly* I reckon not.
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