Point, being.

So, big fucking whoop-dee-doo.
Right now, life is a fucking rut.

I live like most other drones out there, would.
A pointless, meaningless, unproductive life, that
contributes nothing, in anyway, to anyone else.
Expendable and easily replaceable, I wake up,
engage in routine, sleep. Actually, that last sentence
was redundant. Everyday, is a routine, I engage in
nothing challenging, neither am I presented the
opportunity to be challenged. Except when the company
doesn't' give me any work. Then, I'll have a big, fucking,
gaping hole in my life.


By then, I wouldn't have anything to do. I'll
have plenty of free time, with nothing to do.

Big, fucking ha.

The way my life's going, I'm engaging in inane and banal tasks,
so that I may continue to survive even more inane and banal tasks.
There is no love, there is no life and there sure as hell isn't any soul
to motivate me. Just the base human desire to continue living,
as long as possible. All this, while I wait. For another 2 months or so.

That's when some semblance of importance comes back into my life.
By then who knows, I may have met the love of my live, found
even greater purpose in life get laid, get rich and get lot's and
lot's of lovin'.


Ahh joyous days.

Untill then, I guess I'll have to live with the dissatisfaction,
the pointless screaming and rambling, to make up for that
emptiness and I'll have to live feeling incredibly disgusted
with myself.

Yo, yo, there's no need to be hatin' no?
Love will help you find the way, and then soon
you'll get laid.

Or summat, like that.


You know, maybe I could help YOU out?
You know, if you're an adolescent going through puberty
and need help on wanking or summat like that, I give
really good advice, you know? Call me or something,
won't you, soon?

Now, here's something that will usually pass off as
the thought of the day in other places. Here, it's just
what I think, put down into words, so it's not very pretty
and people will be able to hate me for it. =D

There is no need for humour, that can be put into words.
Just the very delight, in the little everyday things that happen
in life. There'd be no need to deliberately attempt to make up
for your flaws, if you didn't have them, would you?

You humourless bastard.