Jesus Christ, From Ally

Holy shit, In the words of Dave Chappelle, "I'm fuckin' dyyyyyin' man!"
A normal person works 35, maybe 40 hours a week. And lets face it - only 1 or 2 hours of that is actual work. The rest is surfing the internet and taking long lunch breaks. Don't say I'm generalizing - I DID work in an office once, people. But this week, I have clocked in 60 hours of real work. Real. Effing. Work. Like, no breaks, no sitting on my ass reading dListed.com. Anyone who knows me knows I have tremendous respect for the black community; I DO wish I was black, after all. Being white is not so great. Anyways, after all this hard work, I can sorta relate to slaves. I work really effing hard, don't see any money from it (all my money goes to rent and Rogers and Christmas presents) and do it again and again. Also, I'm pretty much committed to it till I get my '40 acres' (read: a job in advertising)
So anyways, work is hard. And I know Alex is going to give me shit for not writing about a dream, but seriously, all my dreams are is just me mixing drinks and selling $4.25 pints. Thats not a dream, THATS MY EFFING LIFE!!
Alex, on the other hand, is living in the lap of luxury and still wont update her dreams.
Rob Coddry Sez: "Come ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"
Aight, I'm out. If you wanna see my ragged ass, come to the Green Room on Bloor or Reds on Adelaide. Or just pass by the morgue. I'm sure I'll be there soon. In the meantime, I'll be singing 'Old Man River' as I work.
...and hopefully not getting my ass kicked by black people.