"I'm not really here". That's what I would say if someone knew that I was typing a fucking blog when I am supposed to be out getting a job. So where are my motherfucking priorities you ask? Still in bed…… duuuuh. Finding work is the second most boring thing to do. What's number one on my list? I'm gonna go with planning a wedding. I'd like nothing more right now than to collect SSI and retire. If it were legal, or I had an amazing team of fugitives, I'd just rob a bank and call it a day. Jobs were the worst things invented. Jobs take the fun out of life. Why the hell would people choose to spend most of their time on an earth (that they are only going to be on once) to work and sleep? You could take the same amount of energy that you spend working and actually have fun. Fuck work. The only reason why people do it is for the money.
This is what I propose. Wampum. Indian money. I'm going to spend the rest of the week making a bunch of wampum. (I love arts and crafts, so this I'll actually enjoy doing.) The time that I could spend looking for a job will be filled with string, beads, shells and shit like that. Then, the next time that I get a craving for my ciggs (or have to pay my rent), I'm gonna hand over the wampum to my landlord. I wonder what the exchange rate is…. It's not important. What IS important is that my life will have gotten 137 times better without having to "work". I pity the soul that doesn't share my views.
