Payday
What am I doing?
Yes, well, I suppose that's a valid question after all. What the fuck is going on. I'm sitting on my rather uncomfortable chair with the door opened just waiting for something to happen. Hah. The door is opened, and I ask myself why?
My aunt is nearby, walking around, moaning and groaning miserably. God, it's as if its contagious, that shit. I can't bare listening to all those dried out fucking grunts of pain and anxiety. She calls for me, repeatedly. I remain silent, the only sound reaching her ears being the mechanical noice coming from me tapping this keyboard. Yet my door remains open.
Two meters, that's all it takes, get up, go up to the door and close it. But I don't want to. I cringe at the very idea.
I haven't been out today, you know, xcept for the usual school duties. Duties.
And I do need to visit the restroom, ta taah, for I'm a crazed wicked colonial man, interested in thine fine wares, maha, and by wares I mean yer children. I'm too bored to laugh out of boredom.
But it is as it should be. A pile of homework awaits in the horizon.
What the fuck ever, what am I whining about, tomorrows payday
Yes, well, I suppose that's a valid question after all. What the fuck is going on. I'm sitting on my rather uncomfortable chair with the door opened just waiting for something to happen. Hah. The door is opened, and I ask myself why?
My aunt is nearby, walking around, moaning and groaning miserably. God, it's as if its contagious, that shit. I can't bare listening to all those dried out fucking grunts of pain and anxiety. She calls for me, repeatedly. I remain silent, the only sound reaching her ears being the mechanical noice coming from me tapping this keyboard. Yet my door remains open.
Two meters, that's all it takes, get up, go up to the door and close it. But I don't want to. I cringe at the very idea.
I haven't been out today, you know, xcept for the usual school duties. Duties.
And I do need to visit the restroom, ta taah, for I'm a crazed wicked colonial man, interested in thine fine wares, maha, and by wares I mean yer children. I'm too bored to laugh out of boredom.
But it is as it should be. A pile of homework awaits in the horizon.
What the fuck ever, what am I whining about, tomorrows payday
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