Quotations and Metaphors

It seems as though the only time I actually blog anymore is to avoid doing real work. So I guess it follows that if I actually had some real work to do, I might blog some more.

Bah, that's just my self-deprecating self talking, I know. I have "real work" to do, I guess. It's just so hard not to get caught up in what feels like everybody's definition of "real work." Yes, I don't "pay the bills" or "bring home the bacon" or "generate income" or "contribute to society as a whole in any way shape or form," but you know what, I'm tired of apologizing for it. I hate feeling ashamed for telling people that I am 25. I live at home. I sleep in the same bed I did when I was 12, which is situated in a room adorned with race cars. I've got a mediocre penis. I know that doesn't have anything to do with being unemployed, and you're probably wondering why I tell people that, but I mean it in more of a metaphorical sense. You know what I'm getting at.

Anyhow, if there's a point to this whole diatribe, it is this: I surf the web, I IM with folks, I update my myspace profile, and I blog occasionally, which means that the only things that differntiates you and I, is that next friday, you're going to get a paycheck and I will continue to weep.

...Metaphorically of course.