i am so excited to go home today. after three days of work i am ready to throw in the towel. pathetic though it may be that i can’t even get thru a week of working, i find it difficult to rail against my own apathy. this is probably because i’m too apathetic. it’s obvious that i have to marry wealth. if only i wasn’t also too apathetic to attempt dating.
2 unpleasant conversations which highlight my last point:
december:
doctor: when was the last time you had sex?
me: uh, before the turn of the century?
yesterday:
bookstore manager: how’s your hotel?
me: it’s nice. really big. the bed is enormous, i don’t know what to do with it.
BM: you’re not married! take someone back to the room!
me: eep.
20th Century sex was better anyways. Not so many lasers and hovercrafts complicated things.
mmm, i’m sorry but hasn’t the vast majority of your sexual experience been in the 21st century?
Yes, and I have the hovercraft burns to prove it.
cursed technology.