I hate being this bored at work. It really shouldn't occur. I mean, IT'S WORK. You know. I could see if it was only a small amount of down time but majority of the day is down time. It's the most unfulfilling thing to have to go through. I almost want to quit just so I'll have the challenge of trying to find a new job. But I'm not quite that stupid. I daydream. A lot. Excessively. Mainly about downtown loft living, sharing swigs of whiskey or scotch straight from the bottle with a chick that likes to play with my chest hair, having a closet full of flannel shirts with sneakers to match each one and two ugly bulldogs name Chuck and Chrissy. Then I hear a buzz or a beep or a click or a riiiiiiiiiiiiing and I'm back. Reality.
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i daydream about the exact same thing
You have chest hair?
I can stand in for a week and rub on your chest hair, swigging alcohol straight from the bottle and getting drunk most probably. All this while you look at me thinking, "dayam she sure is drunk" HA
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