I’m currently on business travel. For diner I decided to have the filet with stuffed shrimp and a few beers, just because I could. The company is paying for it, after all. Hopefully the work I do here will grant me a slot for the work to be done in Hawaii, maybe even a bonus. I could have been reading technical manuals tonight, but instead I went to a dance club. I watched all those fine, barely dressed, nubile, half my age, women on the dance floor. I would have killed to have been one of those guys they were dancing with. I wish I could have been born with the genetics that makes me more like one of them. Forget them! I’m way smarter than any of them anyway! I have a masters degree and I’m going for my PhD. I’m sure I make much more money than anyone there. Nevertheless; I now sit in my hotel room, alone, divulging my sins to a web page devoted to a religion I do not believe in. Fuck my life.
Next time, instead of the trip try video conferencing.
…but I’ll take some absolution while you got it.
This isn’t a soup kitchen. You have to give a little to get a little.
I got married to a friend so I could get more money from the government to afford to go back to school. Oh, and I also have a boyfriend.
If you’d like to make more money off the arrangement, it sounds like you have the makings of a great sit-com.
I am a tabloid news journalist.
We all must earn a living… So, what’s really up with Brad and Angelina?
I covet my neighbor’s everything.
Good to keep the covet spectrum broad. It thins out the offense.
When I was in college and dirt poor, I boosted an entire desktop computer from a rival school. I ended up using it for years, then sold it to a friend.
That’s not what is meant by “God helps those who help themselves.” Although, you made good use of it and even turned a profit. Maybe that’s exactly what it means.