2002:February:26
formerly
'le vie c'est tres droll'
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I had to say no to Godfather II last night. I needed some "me" time. For the duration of the 3 hours I could have been watching some serious mobster action, I went and took myself for a walk.
You see, I needed some attitude adjustment. So naturally I headed for the streets. Just a girl and her large backpack with no particular destination.
I am slowly coming to grips with being a real storm trooper. They gave me an offer letter and the helmet and said I can start wearing it as of last monday.
(You must know I work at a huge conglomerate corporation, so when I get sucked into the dark star at 9AM every morning I am crossing over to work for Evil. Who is, unbeknownst to me, actually my father. Or something.)
I feel as though I am on a parallel time continuum from the rest of my friends. Having not had a real full time job since, oh i don't know, 1902, for me to take one now feels strange. Most of my friends right now are uh, no longer confined by the restricting harness of a job. Why me?
As it slowly turned dark I ruminated on dreams that change and their wet watercolory fade.
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