Eurgh. This is so sad. I'm never here any more. I'm not creative any more. Rather than create, I've got a job so I can buy things other people have created. My room is full of prints, clothes and jewellery that I've paid silly amounts of money for.
Today I bumped into my old teacher. Well, I was never actually in his class but we always chatted.
The way I was talking, I sounded so interesting. He practically got my life story. Now I feel like a fool. I am not that interesting at all.
What am I? I am 9 to 5. I am living for the weekends. I am slave to the wage. I am do as your told. One-man woman. Sensible shoes. Getting bye. Can't be bothered.
1 comment:
Bizarre that you never get any comments.
Can't imagine that I'm the only person who cares anymore.
Have some motivation.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Ng6WznP6ps
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