big talk morning

found a job (real)

quite unexpected. the job had left my mind, and now it is back. was i really on the phone with ████ ████████ for forty plus minutes? and did she really explain all that stuff to me? did she really take all that time to explain the gig to me, and did it really sound so agreeable that i told her on the phone that i'm ready to pull the trigger? i'm like....... not impulsive, but somewhat impulsive. the main thing is like bro life is short and all the dick-swinging, tail-wagging, bush-beating is going to end up getting you killed, or worse, expelled. harry potter reference. regret? the main thing is, yes, i said yes to the job, and you know, i could always switch up and say i don't want to fill out the hiring paperwork, i've had second thoughts, something major has happened to deter me from this opportunity which i just told you i wanted, and now.... yeah. i'm still freee, bruhski. i still have the free will. and look at me now! the sun is officially out, i've officially warmed up enough to take off my hoodie and that big coat i was wearing, and now i have the whole day in front of me. the evil seed remaining in my mind tells me "oh yayy now we're one minute closer to smoking weeeeeed, right?" yes, mind, yes, we are. but we're also a minute closer to the next thing before that. the next thing before that