Friday, June 5, 2009

O Death, Where is Thy Sting?

One meeting down. Another one to go.

After that, I need a haircut. And a drink.

I need some rest, soon.

Can I just hold my meetings from my bed? Or just use astral projection?

They just need my mind. My august presence would require extra money.

And why? Why can't everyone do it like I do? Why can't people work as hard as me?

I am so fucking cool.

I am turned on by myself.


Just saw my type pass by.

Oooh! Double turn on!

Excuse me as I find some lubricants.