i despise it with a passion rivaled only by my enjoyment of beer. is it too early for a beer, you think?
Are you one of those guys that complains about never being able to pay the rent because you were walking past that liquor store and you just had to have those 2 bottles of bourbon and that carton of beer, oh yeah, you needed doritos too, and you just thought you'd get mcdonalds on the way home AND you thought you'd drop by joe-dopedealer's house to pick up that oz. you've been hanging out for for days, oh god and the tickets to Skid Row? Aaah payday.
i live pretty simply. i just hate giving people my money. i don't care if i owe it. i still don't like giving it. i went ahead and got a beer. then i strung along some telemarketers from wyndham about getting a vacation deal...talked to 'em for half an hour. got all buddy buddy, then told them "sorry, can't do it." bitch was fucking furious.
I used to talk to telemarketers on the phone just to have someone to talk to when I felt lonely, now I just hang up on them. Sad, but true.
are you saying that you hate being accountable for your own choices and actions? or that you would rather live in a world not dominated by a perspective that attempts to make everything begin and end with little green pieces of paper? or is this just a way of expressing appreciation for always being able to find something to complain about and how totaly awful it would be for you if there ever existed such a situation in which you couldn't? as several others have pointed out, if you don't want to be dunned, don't indenture yourself to whatever it is you are being dunned for. reality is full of tradeoffs. diversity is its mercy. denial of diversity is self inflicted suffering. it IS actualy possible to find greater peace without the illusion of a need to empare your own judgement. whether by substances, belief, or anything else. =^^= .../\...
well, you can float in a cloud of golden glorious orgasmic joy when you're paying bills with someone else's money. me, i hate paying them. but, that's one chore down. i got to sleep in for the first time since i was a teenager, and the fucking telemarketers started calling me at 8:30.