No, No, No, No, Are You Really Sure?

It's really, really, easy.

You get enough sleep,
you wake up the next day, fresh,
and you continue the entire vicious cycle
of earning a measly$4.50 an hour,
everyday for the next 6 (?) months.

Why is it then that you end up with only
$2 in your wallet surviving off scraps,
tired as hell lying on the bed, on the brink
of falling into clinical depression.

I blame it on anonymous commentors pointing
out sad facts of my life, while I've been feverently
trying to diffuse any such negative opinions on my
sexuality sexual activity, not having the money to
be a totally romantic bastard and not having touched
or been in physical contact with a member of the opposite
sex for the past week.


That was when I started sms-ing my female contacts,
to realise that I'm not totally shit-housed and gay.
I've just been working too much and not getting out at all,
which leads to an even worse truth.

I've been too involved in work to be involved with
people.



And, I'm supposed to be in the 'people' business,
really, check out my job scope and you'll see.


Well, at least I know I'm not gay.
Just wanking too much to make a difference.