“One should always be drunk. That’s the one thing that matters. In order not to feel the horrible burden of Time, which breaks your shoulders and crushes you to the ground, one should be drunk without ceasing. But on what? On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as suits you. But get drunk….”—Baudelaire (via aumaine) (via tweexcore) (via suziefuckingsunshine)
I don’t really enjoy it all that much unless is loaded with sugar and fancy flavors, and even then, eh. I have practically become immune to caffeine. It makes me shit. I always feel unsettled after I drink it…soooo yeah.
I went in for part one of my training today. They let me know that the next time I come in, the nose ring had to go, I could choose ONE of the myriad of bracelets I always wear (most of which mean something to me), and I must be wearing strictly black bottoms, blazer and shoes, and a white blouse. BLOUSE! That word is so terribly appauling.
I guess this is standard for what most people believe a job to be, but god does it scare me. I guess my plans for dreading my hair when my bangs grow out have to be halted, which pisses me off. WHY MUST I CHANGE WHO I AM?!
"Corporate" may come in, they say. Words like that make me want to run. Stuff like that scares me. It sounds like a life I have always kept away from: the world of ties and pinstripe suits. I refuse to grow up and become that.
But I must stay for now. SIgh. The pay may get me out of this god forsaken living situation. I must stay….I guess its time to go find that clear nose stud from those good ol’ catholic high school days.