Rien a Faire

Another Saturday afternoon, another day lost to the Man. I know that technically I ask for extra work days and everything but sometimes it's hard to come to work on a beautiful day. Even when you would have spent said beautiful day inside laying down with your eyes closed in your comfy-ass bed. It's the principle of the thing, you know? I mean, I was schlepping to work and I see all these people on the street eating ice cream and laughing and I wonder why the hell I decided to schedule myself for a Saturday. Honestly, I hate working and man, if I could find a sugar-daddy I would totally do so without any moral qualms. I could learn to be domestic and cook and stuff in exchange for no mo' worko.