January 2012
“It was true that I didn’t have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for people without ambition, I mean a better place than the one usually reserved. How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?”
—Charles Bukowski (via rarararambles)
4.30am. PT session on about one hour of broken sleep. This will almost certainly end badly.
And there it is.. The bomb that blew my birthday apart. Fuck!
30.01.2012
Today is my birthday.
At 26 years old my life is nothing as I planned/hoped/imagined it would be.
Fuck it.
Fading Away Like The Rest Of T
Neil Perry
This.
Correct.
