...here comes another one!
another who?... deadline!
I remember the time in school with the double lessons and later on, triple lessons after a heavy meal of ugali and the all things heavy- staring listlessy at the clock on the wall, as my drooping head in hand seemed to get heavier, while the lines in my exercise book began to weave around and my eyes a crack open while the continual droning of one teacher or another, dropped pitch and grew more distant as I gave in to the lulling darkness, and sweet adolescent sleep.
"Why doesn't time ever get a move on?!"
Now all I think of day and night (yes, night!) is prioritising- reason, deadlines!
I just need 18 more hours in my day, then I can wonder what to do with all the time given me.
For someone who could have earned a degree in bumming without so much as breaking a sweat- I sure wouldnt have time to apply all that appertains to that degree in my life right now!
fashion, hair, work, man, workout, medicals, bills, nails and drat- time is almost up!
posted by lissingmink @ 10:26 AM
7 Comments:
Don't you just love the weekend's then?
How can I NOT get these firsties?
Don't worry LM. If we work hard enough now, tomorrow One day we will all be old, rich, glamourous and idle.
@zack- long lazy sunday mornings- yum!
@baz- would like to do it young and bumming is just a fav past time- hahaha
I feel you.. on the 18 hours per day bit. I think you should be grateful for having bummed at some point in your life, because clearly, whether you did or you didn't, there comes a time when everyone hustles just the same!
take out the man, the work and the bills, and there, you have your eight hours.
i agree with scotchy but not the man keep the man,he might come in handy especially if you replace the bills with dinners and work with holidays.ahhhh the good life.
Ditto scotcbiscuits
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