Here’s how I’m spending my weekend, I guess
While driving to work tonight, I took a deep breath, and when I exhaled, it fogged up a large part of the windshield. I thought about what it would be like if I was so fed up with shit that I sighed until I couldn’t see through the glass anymore. How instead of drawing hearts around her name on the glass like I normally do, I’d splatter my insides all over the windshield like a Jackson Pollock painting, because I couldn’t see through the damn thing and drove into a tree.
If it weren’t for those twenty minute drives to and from work, I don’t know what I’d do. I love to drive and I love to sing, so it’s only natural that I’d really, really love doing both at the same time. I’m already a sad sack of shit most of the time, so I depend on those twenty minute trips to work. Thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster for me having a job that provides me with a reason to leave my house and for providing me with money for gas. My iPhone auto capitalized “Flying Spaghetti Monster” which is kind of cool. Steve Jobs must be looking out for me even though I was kind of a jerk when he died.
I used to be so well adjusted, and now I just want to be dead. And I was just telling a friend yesterday about how I don’t really get sad that much anymore. That’s bullshit. Fuck the universe.