Guh.
Such a beautiful day out. The sun’s just nice thanks to the right amount of clouds, a little wind but not too much, enough to make the trees outside dance to Nadia’s music.
Add in reality. I’m at my job doing mundayne office work and trying to eat a plate of sliced cucumbers that are a few days old with melted roquefort cheese on them. Absolutely disgusting. The scent of the cucumbers are getting to me. My only saviour is the coke. Sometimes I stop and think about what I’m doing with my life. Nadia was nice enough to look up some internships for me for when I start school in November.
God this is just awful. I wonder why I made this in the first place? Well I thought the cheese would go well with the greens but I guess not. I’ll accept that bread is the only friend of cheese. And chips. And Broccoli? And mexican food. And more cheese. Cheese on cheese. I used to pound the cheddar cheese slices into a ball and eat it, just how I do it with bread. I still do that.
I see people walking up and down the street below carrying their groceries. Don’t they have jobs to go to? I’m trying to scrape the cheese off the cucumbers. Waste not, want not. My mohawk’s growing out. When I get my pay I’m gonna go get some mohawk maintenance done. I’m going back to chapter 2, Jay cuts my hair good.
Okay that’s it, I’m throwing these cucumbers away.