Being that I live by the mantra that life is a series of moments, I'm always pretty disheartened every Monday when that moment plunges into a pit of despair.
My mood is like a volatile stock. A very high alpha value compared to the market I think. When I'm happy, I'm really happy; but then Monday mornings: time of death.
Sometimes I scare myself when I look at people at my job something like 10 to 20 years older than me, and I know that if I was 10 or 20 years ahead in my career and in their roles, I'd hate it. That's when "get rich quick mode" kicks into the back of my head.
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"Your Response Is Required By Law" on the Census envelope makes me all the less likely to do it. Psychology 101 there government.
Maybe give me a 10 dollar voucher off my taxes and I'll consider it. *Editor's Note* Just saw a commercial featuring rapping in it for the Census. Now officially not doing it. Unless they included a nice pen.
I have 1 month to pay my taxes. Ever since I figured out I have to pay 4 figures, I've decided to put it off. I'm an anarchist at heart.
The sunglasses I ordered are "signature required" which means I have to go to the post office. That reminds me of college when I would buy/sell stuff all the time online to make ends meet, and would be a post office regular. College ruled. I think I'd be a lot happier if I could walk 1 mile to work everyday like I did in college.
The people I see online having babies are picking some pretty shit names. Most of the boy names I hear are the kind of boy names that get your face spit on. I'd name specifics but that would be rude. Keep names simple: Michael, Desmond, Ben, Jack, Sawyer. Whatever.
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