What? I think I might actually have a job. At least, that's very much what this whole situation looks like. I even did some working today! At a vegetable-company-thing! [The one I always said I would not work at, but since it's either this or that (points at supermarket), this is pretty good!] It was fun. Done a lot of talking and now my sister and myself are not only relatives, we're colleagues too. Yep, she works there as well. Is that fun? Well, yes it is.
I'm enjoying this idea.
Yet I feel bad. I don't know what it is. It could either be the fact that I'm in bed already, all warm and comfy and I just realized I forgot to brush my teeth or that I forgot to check my email today and thus missed an important email from a friend who wanted me to record a song in his little studio, which I didn't read in time and thus missed out on a great opportunity.
Also I completely blundered just a few hours ago. It's actually hard to explain, because it involves Twitter, dutch words and a completely awful typo that, so it seems, caused a lot of drama among some folks.
No, that last one is not at all why I feel bad. In fact, that made me feel a little better. Because it was quite funny. 't Was about me talking about how much I like the look of baby-sunglasses... but I forgot one letter and that twisted the entire meaning and all of a sudden I was walking about baby-sunbutts. It doesn't make any sense and I told myself not to explain it, yet I am doing it! RIGHT NOW.
So far I haven't really come to any conclusion. Why do I feel like shit? Maybe I don't really like the idea of having a job. Yes. Wow. I think I just found my little conclusion there! Did it all by myself. I'mma make ma momma proud [by framing this blog with a picture of my face and a baby's butt, to match the theme, and hanging it on my parents bedroom-wall. This thought is disgusting, ugh. I'll stop doing this by placing a parenthesis right here...].
I just thing the conclusion is: I need to grow up. The fuck's wrong with me. I'm scared and slightly annoyed by the fact that I'm about to be committed again. I'll have obligations again. SO WHAT. PEOPLE HAVE OBLIGATIONS. BREATHING AND BOUNTY HUNTING FOR INSTANCE. 'Bounty hunting' because I just watched Django Unchained and loved it with all my heart, all my soul and all my mind. It was amazing,
and I want to thank Quentin Tarantino personally, by saying this:
Thank you, Quentin Tarantino. I hope you read this. And if you do... you need to lose weight.
Greetings,
an almost working woman who's just grown up a few seconds ago and who's been writing this blog to kill time while waiting for episode thirteen of Gilmore Girls to buffer.
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