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Wednesday, August 23, 2006

The couch

It is hard to get off the couch when the rest of the room promises you nothing but responsibilities. If I move, I'll have to pay those bills. If I rise from my stupor, I'll have to get ahold of that guy who's got my van. It's hot in here anyway. If I wake up, I'll have to fight the urge to eat all those oreos.

I don't want to go to work anymore. I don't work much anyway but there's something about having to shut your mind off entirely for 12 hours at a time while I do the city tour that is frightening...and painful. Sure, I could be making money by being extremely happy to see everyone who gets on my bus, but I'm not dishonest with myself in this regard. I wish everyday was one of those days when the passengers all forget to show up but we stay out for twelve hours collecting a paycheck.

I'm hoping that I get a job as a locksmith. I have no experience but the place is by my house and they say they'll train me. There. I'll learn a new school.

Then I won't mind getting off the couch.

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Scooping ice-cream has made me a much happier man. You should check into that.

Fri Aug 25, 12:28:00 AM CDT  
Blogger L said...

hmm... sounds as though you are stuck to upholstery. whenever you're betta, you give me a holla.

Fri Aug 25, 11:28:00 AM CDT  
Blogger L said...

oh! and my dad was a locksmith. he had a kickass key-grinding machine in the basement that fascinated me when i was a kid. sounds like fun!

Fri Aug 25, 11:31:00 AM CDT  
Blogger Web Mistress Julia said...

I hear ya, all the way around on that.

Locksmith sounds cool in a lotta ways. Nothing like taking the grind outta the workday by applying ti to some lil metal blanks and having a useful result!

Huggers

- Julia

Thu Sep 07, 07:59:00 PM CDT  

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