tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36098294136776881852011-07-28T22:41:52.559-07:00theresaj.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661278231506095033noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609829413677688185.post-52362972391296513402010-08-26T09:10:00.005-07:002010-08-26T09:30:51.400-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i926.photobucket.com/albums/ad104/dead-lung/f39b7c59.jpg"><img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 542px; height: 484px;" src="http://i926.photobucket.com/albums/ad104/dead-lung/f39b7c59.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />A kid in class told us that he wanted to get himself a job in a cubicle. That's it. nothing else. I found that disturbing. What if that's where I'm going to end up? At some job I hate, married to someone I hate, driving a car I hate, all because it's what I have?<br />I started smoking again. It helps me deal with the fact that I'm not happy. Because I'm not. I'm not happy and I haven't been for a really long time. <br />I bought a dog. I thought I was happy. and I was. for a little while.<br />I bought a phone. I thought I was happy. and I was. for a little while.<br />I bought a car. I thought I was happy. and I was. for a little while.<br />But nothing keeps me happy. and I'm not sure how to fix it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609829413677688185-5236297239129651340?l=deadlung.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>theresaj.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661278231506095033noreply@blogger.com0