:: Friday, July 25, 2003 ::

Summertime, and the living is FUCKING HARD (pardon my language)

Summertime is too lazy for journals. Every time I write in here I think it's crap. All I want to do is complain about work anyway.

It's lame how even the coolest job with the nicest boss will eventually turn into a routine you get sick of. I guess the more education you get, the less repetative your job will be. And less repetative = more interesting. So I go to University to avoid saying "paper or plastic" 160 times a day, or retelling the history of a fishing village 7 times a day. Hooray.

But like I said, I always think what I write in here is crap now.

But it's nice to have somewhere public to say stupid things. So I'll keep going.

However, expect a new location come September.

PS - my new career ambition: Travel writer. So perfect *sigh*

(Did you know you can take out Lonely Planet videos at the public library? Today Justine and I went to the south of India... damn, I love that show)


~song~ Zero 7 - Destiny

:: Katy 12:13 a.m. [+] :: ::