This feeling sets in around midday Friday,reminds me of the George Carlin bit about staring in a mirror under a fluorescent light…
I gotta get the fuck outta here! 🤣
I have completely checked out on production and I know for a fact, 3/4 of the company I work for feels the same. We’re all in overtime, we’re all understaffed, having us continue this slog is only a waste of money..you dummies.
I’m uptown and the weather is getting warm,, there’s these young women just walking around, beautiful, perfect specimens, basically naked. Some busy print on yoga pants .. sister,,, darling,, ma’am… I can see the dimples in your ass-cheeks… I’m not hating, but there’s a homeless guy 15 ft behind me looking at the same thing.
Self idolization makes my dick soft, but not him. While you look down at your dopamine device,he’s following you around the corner ,, checking out your exposed body… statistically,, one of you is getting raped today.
Female power?
Sure , wear what you want. I’d never be the one to tell someone how to be. But still. Zero interest in these little princesses, these little yoga pants unicorns,gross 🤮
Understanding and caring about yourself is cool. I suppose 🤣
Becoming addicted to external validation is some child shit. I do it too, just in a different way. Still, I’m not walking around these tall buildings with my dick hanging out.
I gotta get the fuck outta here 🤣
dawn 