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A Gentle Reminder:
I control my own life...and my own destiny. I'm in charge around here--ME!!!
That right. So I'm not going to that silly comedy show this weekend, because no one else is the boss of me. No one else gets to tell me how I should feel, or what kind of opportunities I'd better take, or when I should just suck it up. Why? Because they are not the boss of me. No one gets to tell me to clean my room, even if its really really messy, nope. No one can.
I barely saw anyone all week. And I hardly did anything but think and write and ply myself with various stimuli.. Know why? Because I can...I'm in charge of the stuff I do or do not do. And if I decide not to go out, then goddammit I'm staying right the hell at home!
This weekend, I'm working, because I like to. And I'm going to hang out with whoever is around, and do whatever stuff I feel like doing. I might write terrible zombie stories or horrific sex thrillers. And If I decide to cut my hair off, self tattoo myself, or drink wine till I can't stand up, why that's my business and mine alone. Because if you havent' caught on to the jist of this yet...I'm the Only Boss of Me.
I'm staying late tonight after work. We are having a meeting where for a few breif moments, my Hot Hot Boss will, in fact, be the boss of me. But that is okay, because he almost never tries to boss me.
That right. So I'm not going to that silly comedy show this weekend, because no one else is the boss of me. No one else gets to tell me how I should feel, or what kind of opportunities I'd better take, or when I should just suck it up. Why? Because they are not the boss of me. No one gets to tell me to clean my room, even if its really really messy, nope. No one can.
I barely saw anyone all week. And I hardly did anything but think and write and ply myself with various stimuli.. Know why? Because I can...I'm in charge of the stuff I do or do not do. And if I decide not to go out, then goddammit I'm staying right the hell at home!
This weekend, I'm working, because I like to. And I'm going to hang out with whoever is around, and do whatever stuff I feel like doing. I might write terrible zombie stories or horrific sex thrillers. And If I decide to cut my hair off, self tattoo myself, or drink wine till I can't stand up, why that's my business and mine alone. Because if you havent' caught on to the jist of this yet...I'm the Only Boss of Me.
I'm staying late tonight after work. We are having a meeting where for a few breif moments, my Hot Hot Boss will, in fact, be the boss of me. But that is okay, because he almost never tries to boss me.
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