dawn

Ugh.

Fuck the earth.

Ducking taxes, I hate you.

I do like writing down how much I hate things though,, that’s pretty fun.

Every time I hear a tedious story of a jury pool, or legal drama play out or whatever.

I can only think

“You dumb mother fuckers voted 🤣”

Seriously though, do you think I’m being called in for jury duty?

If anyone knew me as well as you know me, would you really want me sitting on a jury?

(maybe some days)

Yeah maybe.

Sometimes you’d rather be a full-blown criminal, instead of some putts just walking around thinking like a criminal.

Holding down a job like a criminal.

Interacting with coworkers like a criminal.

I seriously just want to go to work, I’m not interested in whatever you’ve got going on, I just want to draw these ducking blueprints.

Blarg.

For this.

Jesus died for all of this.

He was beaten with whips for all of this.

You ever grown a beard?

They ripped out his beard with their bare hands, so the story goes.

I wonder how Jesus feels about my dispute with h&r block?

Wonder if Jesus got any tips to make me a better guitar player?

I wonder how he was at writing, I wonder if he was literate.

Deep question stupid.

I mean, he had to jack off. At least once right?

I am a criminal.

Every single day I am flooded with shady ass thoughts.

I just don’t act on them, and that’s a frustrating existence.

Maybe smart, maybe wise, all days aren’t bad. But at the end of it I am a criminal.

If I could find an illegal way to get out of the soul crushing nature of a 9:00 to 5, of course I would