I Give Up

Soundtrack: “Conditional” by Living Sacrifice

I am done with reaching out to people. It is far too exhausting, and I really need to take some time to focus on forging a better me. Plus, people suck. They just do. The only people I can trust are my close friends. They are the only people who give without a thought of return. Sorry if all of this sounds emo and whiny and Livejournal-ish. I'll stop now.

The internship has been going well. I am working on some fun projects at the moment. One in particular that I like the best is an internet radio station. I am currently developing an identity system for the station, once it is done I will post the end result.

The poem du jour is a bit of an anti-corporate rant. You'll see why when you read it... and props to those who can pick out the various literary references.

Death Of A Salesman
It’s five minutes past four in the morning
I can’t seem to sleep
So I’ll take some NyQuil and some Quaaludes
And in the morning we’ll kill Nanny
After all these years
We end up worth more dead than alive
After all these years
We realize that life is a lie

White shirt
Fancy shoes
What’s worse?
Life or death?

That girl over there is pretty cute
She’s snorting cocaine
From a diamond-studded pocket mirror
Walk into a jungle and come out rich
After all these years
We end up worth more dead than alive
After all these years
We realize that life is a lie

White Shirt
Fancy suit
Be careful
Watch your back

This party could be better
This party should be better
This party could be killer
This party is all filler