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Wednesday, February 08, 2012 11:44 PM

As per my penchant for lists, here is a list entitled

Updates of My Life:

1. Work is leaving me high and dry. Giving me blue balls. The moment it starts to seem not so banal, not so boring, not so trying to shove it in my face that really, nobody cares about me, then it sucks and I am surfing thoughtcatalog because it is text based and ties in with my whole 940 am - 300 pm's agenda of Trying To Look Busy. and okay, you can only ask your bosses if there is anything they want you to do so many times without feeling like an irritating pest.

2. With reference to 1, Work has therefore prompted a re-evaluation of what i really want in life. which is really scary because i keep drawing blanks. this is what happens when what you thought what would be perfect for you is just so endlessly disappointing. But seriously, I don't know what i want anymore. Talking to my colleague during lunch: what used to be me agreeing passionately with her views on Day One has dwindled into earnest smiles hoping that she does not see how -disillusioned- i have become on Day... 8.

3. I have nothing to do on V-day this year. Um. Anybody wanna jio me out? Or it will just be Two Broke Girls and I in my room.

4. i feel #heartpain for the army boys

5. I hate my life. I love and identify with Friday songs and Work Sucks songs all the more now. you know.

"monday you can fall apart. tuesday wednesday break my heart. thursday doesnt even start. it's FRIDAY I'M IN LOVE"

"friday night, baby are you sleeping~ friday night my heart is still beating~"

"counting down the hours"

"they can tell me what to do but they can't tell me what to feel"




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