Thursday, July 2, 2015
Sure, I could have talked about my new management position. And yeah, I could have gone on about the peccadilloes of various coworkers and interns. I most definitely could have entertained with the insanity of my personal life, the drunken I-just-don't-give-a-fuck-about-consequences-nor-credit-card-bills moments over the last few months. But that's not what I'm on about today.
No, waegs, I'm on about what comes next. I'm on about having a plan. I'm on about how to make things so so much better for me and mine and my ilk.
Now you may say: waeg, you're fucked. Just give in and move on. Stahp now.
But since no one has offered me a book deal, nor enough money to think about stopping, well here we find ourselves.
I will leave you with my favorite song of late, an oldie (90s!), but suffice to say that my other projects have left me enough time to send out this missive: where the fuck are the 'I'm not going to write bullshit responses to cutting edge news and instead talk meaningfully about living since well, I'm invested and have more to say then the average retard bear' crowd?
Guess they all went to China or somewhere.