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Michael considered fate at 14:09   |   Permalink   |   Post a Comment

yah.
i give up.
life's too much work.
I think i gotta just climb in bed for the rest of my life.
sleep, jerk off a bit, sleep, maybe read some books.. escape from reality.

You figure.. if all you needed was a tiny room enough to hold a small bed and maybe a tv you could mooch off friends for the rest of your life. get in early, get in fast.. before they are settled with a significant other. that way, when they do find someone you are part of the package - the smelly old dog that she can't say no to. Then, you live off your life savings.. you get $50k built up, maybe, and figure on a conservative 6% yearly gain. that's $3000 a year, which amounts to 30,000 packs of ramen noodle. or 9000 boxes of mac & cheese. or if you want to get complicated, let's say 365 meals of mac&cheese&hotdogs, 365 99cent salads at wendy's, 365 servings of frozen peas, 365 servings of frozen broccoli, 365 servings of frozen carrots, 365 packs of ramen, and 365 once-a-day multi-vitamin pills.. and that probably leaves $1500 left to pay your buddy $100 to live in his closet and $20 a month to spend on clothes at the salvation army... and $5 a month left over to make your principal grow.

your money would always grow and you'd have unlimited funds. well.. unlimited in that you could last forever barring any major shifts in world power or a stock market crash.

you figure.

it's 2pm, wednesday, about that time of year and i just don't feel like working. i don't feel like not working, either. i don't feel like feeling or thinking or doing anything at all. i don't feel like being alone but i don't feel like there is anyone out there who wouldn't drive me nuts in a matter of minutes at this point. i don't feel like walking to the company kitchen and opening a bottle of beer and drinking it and opening another one and drinking it and opening another.. but i don't think i can really come up with a better idea.

can you?