this is the end, my friend, the end.

i need a haircut very badly. there’s never enough time to do anything. i work all the time. now, i’m required to wear a tie. i don’t like ties. i don’t own a tie. i don’t want to own a tie. i’d like to quit my job as a nice little “fuck you” message. maybe i should get a tie that says “fuck you” all over it. that would be nice. that would be… appropriate.

these are the dark ages. it’s easy. it’s best not to think about it. distract yourself. keep your boat afloat. buy your gas and whiskey. hope that the sun doesn’t come out tomorrow. my dreams are all i have and yet i don’t dream much anymore. pa-thet-ic. yes? why are you reading this? why am i writing this?

i have to get ready now. i have to put on my uniform and my happy face and suck some dick. that’s what i do. that’s my job description. “professional cocksucker” thank you very much.

i don’t feel like blogging for awhile. i am hereby going on blog vacation.