An easy ride out, an easy ride back, midday to 1pm, and my days chores are complete.
Lovely.
I'm sure one day I will probably regret my work ethic, but right now I love it. Maybe I wont regret it too. I've pretty much got everything I need. I few replacements each year and I'll be sliding towards pipe and slippers. Even if a friend of mine did point out that I am, actually, only half way through it and that I, probably, have to do the same number of years over again. I could probably do with a new car, as mine is now over ten years old, but there is nothing wrong with it. I could buy a new one if I wanted too, I've got that much in the bank, but I don't want to.
I could be dead tomorrow, especially if I don't give up the ciggies.
Besides, who wants to get really old anyway? I see my mum at a ripe old age, her brain and her bowels gone. Who wants that?
I say less work and more play, that's what I say. Stop working so hard people, I'm pretty certain you don't need all that stuff.
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