Wilbur burst into tears. " I don't want to die," he moaned. " I want to stay alive, right here in my comfortable manure pile with all my friends. I want to breathe the beautiful air and lie in the beautiful sun."

After several hours of filing paint and laminate chips, I got to thinking...maybe...I could just name colors of paint samples for a living...not a bad idea. I could use my creativity - i could look at many different colors all day, unless they were like name 133 different shades of beige - then it would suck. I could enhance my vocabulary, coin new ( Read more... )

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famine abounds. diets are plentiful in sudan.

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What prey tell is one to do without hearing music all day. it's enough to drive you mad. i ponder silly things like how to kill the awkwardness in elevators. I hate awkward elevators. my bosses are out of town- and i'm left here in case someone needs me. anyone want to come see my cubicle?

-As you walk further in the direction of sure promise and I teedle between green fields and rugged deserts. used to dry-mouthing it.

I find it nearly impossible to take my vitamins everyday.

" consistency for consistency's sake is the hobgoblin of little minds"

chipper how exactly does one feel this way - "looking chipper, like a man...diverted by his own wit"- Frances G. Patton;

i feel so old everyone come play with me.

where did everyone go? here and feel isolation still. not meant to take complaints and you'll never hold the thoughts that scald. come to a point where pride is just useless