I have a few days off in a row and I'm determined to get caught up on my school work and such. I'll probably get sidetracked by Mr. Loverman...I cant ignore his presence. Its like his entire being demands attention...most times I give it to him...over and over, but I digress. Where was I? Oh...
Ugh! I hate school. I'm this close to quitting...not really, but still. I was thinking about my major and what I wanted to do with my degree and I came up with nothing. Its been this way since high school...I hated high school.
I wouldn't mind having a decent paying desk job for the rest of my life, with the cubicle...stapler the whole nine. Way to under achieve...I know. Would it help any if I said that I'd like the desk job?? No??....I didn't think so. I guess this means I'm still on the future career lookout.
I'm not completely counting out desk jobs. Some are really good, but I don't know if I can handle someone stealing my stapler...there are some lines you just don't cross.
Since today is in fact Sunday, I'll give a confession of sorts.
There is something about him and I wish there wasn't. We get ourselves into lots of knots...and I love every dirty minute of it.