i feel forced to fight for causes from my peers when all i want to do is nothing at all. not all angels are righteous defenders, some just want to touch a cloud.
i need to stop mixing beer with juice first i would ruin my orange juice with cheap beer and now i just ruined my cranberry juice with expensive beer.
i have put in hundreds and hundreds of unpaid hours at my job because i just think about the time one of my bosses told someone who was stealing “you’re taking food out of my daughter’s mouth” and i just want her to always be fed because there were days at a time i didn’t eat as a child and it was the worst.
i am going on three incredible week long tours in the next few months and all i can think about is how nobody will bring out the cardboard the entire time i am away from my job and how i’m going to balance the cardboard all the way to the dumpster when i get back. fuck.
my life is my job. my job is my life. holy fuck. no no no no no. fuck.
the bummerz - shooting crack with the love of your life and other stumbles in existence.