January 22, 2004
I love my new job. I stay late, work from home on nights and weekends. I even dream about work. All this work means that I am happy, which just sucks. I hate being happy. Bad things always happen when I am happy. Last time I was happy ended with one of my psychotic meltdowns, but at least that provided some entertaining blogging.
Perhaps I am ready for phase II of my plan to reach my goal of a life composed entirely of work, alcohol and dogs, thus ensuring that I never again have to endure any meaningful human interaction. Phase II just adds drinking lots of bourbon and sex with strangers to my existing life.
Posted at January 22, 2004 05:33 PM
I wish I had the sex with strangers option...
Posted by: Cyrano at January 22, 2004 06:26 PM
Phase II sounds like lots of fun! Definitely time to start on it..
Posted by: jacinthe at January 22, 2004 10:05 PM
I think I've been in Phase II for a while now - just swap the bourbon for vodka, and swap work for slacking.
Posted by: Jon at January 23, 2004 08:37 AM
I had a dream about Phase II last night, it was goooood!
Posted by: ScarlettAce at January 23, 2004 12:46 PM
Watch out fo phase III, Waking up in the back seat of a Pinto with a balding pot-bellied bar regular, and realizing you haven't spent the night in his car but rather, you indeed have spent the night at his house. LMAO
J/K I'm sure even blotto you have better judgement.
Posted by: Waggs at January 23, 2004 05:19 PM
Waggs is right about stage 3, but stage 4 is worse espcially the part about standing in sun god robes on top of a pyramid with thousands of naked women throwing little pickels at you
Posted by: Pete at January 28, 2004 05:31 PM