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Why is it so unappealing? |
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Right now I should be working, but I decided I wouldn't go into the library until noon. Now I'm in the computer lab killing time. |
how strange. |
for me, the library jobs were cool, but in one case, some of my co-workers were truly scary. savagely bored moo-cow housewives who could talk about nothing but grocery shopping & ho-hum domestic crap. they adored country music, had nice trailers, tons of kids, & all but worshipped wal-mart. their husbands didn't "let" them do a lot of things & they were always conspiring about how to get around their husbands' orders & do things. but it was always stupid shit...they didn't want personal liberty & freedom, they wanted to buy romance books after hubby said "no". one time, a bunch of these dullards decided to be soooooo naughty & go see the chippendale dancers (male strippers). they spoke about it in frantically hushed tones as if they were doing the filthiest thing in the world. & of course, they plotted endlessly about how to avoid getting caught by their husbands (they were so afraid of getting caught that they ultimately chickened out). how lame. when i expressed no interest, they started confronting me one day about how dull my life must be. i was listening to all this on acid after having awakened w/ 2 men in my bed & getting better sex than any of them could possibly dream about getting from their dumbshit redneck husbands. i'd rather LIVE than talk about living. & if you want to see a strip act, why check out a canned one when you can go out & find a stripper you've actually got a shot at taking home after the lap dance? & why in god's name would they stay married to a man who didn't "let" them do something? when you're 3 years old, you might talk about somebody "letting" you do something. when you're a grown woman & have to get permission, you've got mental problems. anyway, i'm rambling. as usual. but there seems to be some sort of small connection between librarians & sorabji. a conspiracy. sort of like the bavarian illuminati, but somehow infinitely sillier. |
Stupid. |
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thanks! |
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Gotta be creative. If that was my job, I'd wear headphones and dance. Just groovin' all day long... That's kinda what I do now, only it's harder to get down in a chair. |
like TBone said. you gotta be creative. |
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