Same shit; different nail color.
The helicopters are loud tonight: but who cares, she’s beyond pissed anyways. Stuck at work for 9 hours, stuck In car for another two hours, In and out of traffic, near accidents all while bleeding; blood clot the size of baseballs and hormones gone wild as if virginity just lost.
They take you for granted. Nobody listens; they wait to interrupt. The door slams, employers judge: a series of no call backs and a lack of money.
Motivation isn’t cheap: it’s not some commodity traits bought and sold on the stock market: you either have it or you don’t. You procrastinate until your ass stinks: a clue into the wonderment of failure.
