on life, or not

this isnt really much of a great time to do anything. in fact, it never is. its been a while, i've been busy messing my life up. the whole 'real life' thing is damn tiring. its tiring because its hard to conform to other people's perceptions of a normal life. normal being, working during daylight hours. normal being, eating 3meals a day. normal being, go get a job or something. i guess if that's normal, i aint never gonna be normal. lil' ol' me, i sleep at 4 in the morning and wake up in the late afternoons. i eat 1meal a day and smoke 2pax a day(3 if i'm feeling lousy). and the 'get a job' gimmick? i dont like working under people. i dont like being an emploYEE. if the guy i'm working for is a great guy, it wouldnt be a big issue, but even great guys can turn ugly when your ass is up next in the firing line when the company suddenly decides your job is redundant one day.

so perhaps i'm just supposed to breeze through life. not making any impact or whatsoever. so who the hell cares or gives a damn about me anyway?