I’ve spent years in this chair whether it be soft, hard, winged or backless I always find myself sitting in this same chair wasting away with the same thoughtlessness and head full of grandeur ideas that I would undoubtedly take up and finish first place with a gold medal and a pearly white smile. Yet here I am, am I really still sitting in this chair? What does that mean?
Am I really just like everyone else, wasting away so much of my life I eventually will realize working in a grey cubicle punching numbers in all day in a is truly my calling? I refuse to settle yet I can’t seem to pry myself from this chair to do anything but complain about how flat my ass has become from its hard surface.
I think not, I have too much ambition and too much pride to allow myself to settle for this melancholy lifestyle, I will achieve my goals and be the artistic genius I know I am. Soon, but yahoo just put up a new news story I’d hate to miss out on.
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