International apathy day
Here I am, writing an article about the International Apathy Day... Trying to expand humanity's knowledge by contributing to some wiki... How boring. But heck, I'm at work right now, and it's a boring work, so I couldn't care less, at least this fills a bit of the useless time I spend here. Like this morning, I read this 300 page document, checking for typos. Can't people use a spell-checker before they create monstrosities like that? 300 pages! Of course they can't, they don't give a shit either, they write their thing and then hey, it's time for coffee, the poor schmuck in the QA department will get it. And here I am, the QA guy, doing the work. Dang.
I don't care[edit]
I could find a better job, but I couldn't care less... Here or there, it's always the same thing; managers giving meaningless orders, employees following the meaningless orders, the mind wandering around, and stopping either on the miniskirt of the new attractive colleague or thinking about what's going to be for lunch. And surfing the internet, and posting on Uncyclopedia, boring, boring, boring...
Why am I here? The sun is shining outside, the Birds are singing, the park is nearby, I could step out of this office and go there, but no, I won't do it. Sitting on some stupid grass and listening to the stupid birds singing about how life is beautiful, do you want to have sex with me, and so on is as boring as reading stuff on the internet. Well, here I am writing more... And tonight I go home...
The Girlfriend and I broke up last week-end, I couldn't care less, but I'll be alone in my flat tonight. Won't have to stand her watching elsewhere and yawning while we are having Sex -- every night, the same routine, the same music, the same bed, the same girl, she wasn't even beautiful or anything, just there, because like she said, here or there, it's pretty much the same thing. I'm not better or not worse than anybody else. She just doesn't care. That was our common point.
Meh[edit]
Wonder what she'll be doing tonight... Probably watching some show on TV, sitting there, hand on the remote, zapping in and out, or maybe nodding and falling asleep. And I'll be doing the same... Preparing some random lunch, landing into the couch, and checking the channels. There might be some show about Cows on Discovery channel. I couldn't care less, but they somehow remind me of my co-workers. Chewing some grass or some chewing-gum, it's quite the same thing. Watching the trains go by. Not counting. Oh look, here's the London-Liverpool of 5:30. How interesting. How do you like this grass, by the way? It's much greener than at the other side of the field. Moo? Yes, I think so too. Shall we continue doing nothing here and wait until the truck from the slaughterhouse comes? Yes, let's do that. Maybe the farmer will milk us again tonight, just at the usual time. Yes, good, very good. What an interesting life.
Cows don't care either what happens to them. I am a cow. Or maybe not. Colleague asking me if I want a smoke... Might get out for a while, watching the cars go by on the nearby highway. Look, this new Saab looks nice. It costs 20 months of my salary, but I might get a lease and buy it. And then I'll get a new one. They all have four wheels and a steering wheel. They all go vroom. I don't care. I smoke my cigarette, like all the others I had before, and like all the others I will have after that. And then maybe cancer. Why do I care? I don't. I pay taxes for that shit.
Oh, man[edit]
Back to work now, in front of that screen, typing this article for Uncyclopedia... It's going to be deleted, I can feel it, but I don't give a damn. At least it took me two hours of my life, two less hours to procrastinate and otherwise get bored with the endless meaninglessness of life. Only 14596 days before retirement... What a life... Ah yeah, got to finish checking this document now. Wait, is it already 4:30? Time off then, let's go home... And tomorrow, start the same routine again... And again, and again, and again... Here I am, writing an article about the International Apathy Day... Trying to expand humanity's knowledge by contributing to some wiki... How boring. But heck, I'm at work right now, and it's a boring work, so I couldn't care less, at least this fills a bit of the useless time I spend here. Like this morning, I read this 300 page document, checking for typos. Can't people use a spell-checker before they create monstrosities like that? 300 pages! Of course they can't, they don't give a shit either, they write their thing and then hey, it's time for coffee, the poor schmuck in the QA department will get it. And here I am, the QA guy, doing the work. Dang.
I don't care[edit]
I could find a better job, but I couldn't care less... Here or there, it's always the same thing; managers giving meaningless orders, employees following the meaningless orders, the mind wandering around, and stopping either on the miniskirt of the new attractive colleague or thinking about what's going to be for lunch. And surfing the internet, and posting on Uncyclopedia, boring, boring, boring...
Why am I here? The sun is shining outside, the Birds are singing, the park is nearby, I could step out of this office and go there, but no, I won't do it. Sitting on some stupid grass and listening to the stupid birds singing about how life is beautiful, do you want to have sex with me, and so on is as boring as reading stuff on the internet. Well, here I am writing more... And tonight I go home...
The Girlfriend and I broke up last week-end, I couldn't care less, but I'll be alone in my flat tonight. Won't have to stand her watching elsewhere and yawning while we are having Sex -- every night, the same routine, the same music, the same bed, the same girl, she wasn't even beautiful or anything, just there, because like she said, here or there, it's pretty much the same thing. I'm not better or not worse than anybody else. She just doesn't care. That was our common point.
Meh[edit]
Wonder what she'll be doing tonight... Probably watching some show on TV, sitting there, hand on the remote, zapping in and out, or maybe nodding and falling asleep. And I'll be doing the same... Preparing some random lunch, landing into the couch, and checking the channels. There might be some show about Cows on Discovery channel. I couldn't care less, but they somehow remind me of my co-workers. Chewing some grass or some chewing-gum, it's quite the same thing. Watching the trains go by. Not counting. Oh look, here's the London-Liverpool of 5:30. How interesting. How do you like this grass, by the way? It's much greener than at the other side of the field. Moo? Yes, I think so too. Shall we continue doing nothing here and wait until the truck from the slaughterhouse comes? Yes, let's do that. Maybe the farmer will milk us again tonight, just at the usual time. Yes, good, very good. What an interesting life.
Cows don't care either what happens to them. I am a cow. Or maybe not. Colleague asking me if I want a smoke... Might get out for a while, watching the cars go by on the nearby highway. Look, this new Saab looks nice. It costs 20 months of my salary, but I might get a lease and buy it. And then I'll get a new one. They all have four wheels and a steering wheel. They all go vroom. I don't care. I smoke my cigarette, like all the others I had before, and like all the others I will have after that. And then maybe cancer. Why do I care? I don't. I pay taxes for that shit.
Oh, man[edit]
Back to work now, in front of that screen, typing this article for Uncyclopedia... It's going to be deleted, I can feel it, but I don't give a damn. At least it took me two hours of my life, two less hours to procrastinate and otherwise get bored with the endless meaninglessness of life. Only 14596 days before retirement... What a life... Ah yeah, got to finish checking this document now. Wait, is it already 4:30? Time off then, let's go home... And tomorrow, start the same routine again... And again, and again, and again... Here I am, writing an article about the International Apathy Day... Trying to expand humanity's knowledge by contributing to some wiki... How boring. But heck, I'm at work right now, and it's a boring work, so I couldn't care less, at least this fills a bit of the useless time I spend here. Like this morning, I read this 300 page document, checking for typos. Can't people use a spell-checker before they create monstrosities like that? 300 pages! Of course they can't, they don't give a shit either, they write their thing and then hey, it's time for coffee, the poor schmuck in the QA department will get it. And here I am, the QA guy, doing the work. Dang.
I don't care[edit]
I could find a better job, but I couldn't care less... Here or there, it's always the same thing; managers giving meaningless orders, employees following the meaningless orders, the mind wandering around, and stopping either on the miniskirt of the new attractive colleague or thinking about what's going to be for lunch. And surfing the internet, and posting on Uncyclopedia, boring, boring, boring...
Why am I here? The sun is shining outside, the Birds are singing, the park is nearby, I could step out of this office and go there, but no, I won't do it. Sitting on some stupid grass and listening to the stupid birds singing about how life is beautiful, do you want to have sex with me, and so on is as boring as reading stuff on the internet. Well, here I am writing more... And tonight I go home...
The Girlfriend and I broke up last week-end, I couldn't care less, but I'll be alone in my flat tonight. Won't have to stand her watching elsewhere and yawning while we are having Sex -- every night, the same routine, the same music, the same bed, the same girl, she wasn't even beautiful or anything, just there, because like she said, here or there, it's pretty much the same thing. I'm not better or not worse than anybody else. She just doesn't care. That was our common point.
Meh[edit]
Wonder what she'll be doing tonight... Probably watching some show on TV, sitting there, hand on the remote, zapping in and out, or maybe nodding and falling asleep. And I'll be doing the same... Preparing some random lunch, landing into the couch, and checking the channels. There might be some show about Cows on Discovery channel. I couldn't care less, but they somehow remind me of my co-workers. Chewing some grass or some chewing-gum, it's quite the same thing. Watching the trains go by. Not counting. Oh look, here's the London-Liverpool of 5:30. How interesting. How do you like this grass, by the way? It's much greener than at the other side of the field. Moo? Yes, I think so too. Shall we continue doing nothing here and wait until the truck from the slaughterhouse comes? Yes, let's do that. Maybe the farmer will milk us again tonight, just at the usual time. Yes, good, very good. What an interesting life.
Cows don't care either what happens to them. I am a cow. Or maybe not. Colleague asking me if I want a smoke... Might get out for a while, watching the cars go by on the nearby highway. Look, this new Saab looks nice. It costs 20 months of my salary, but I might get a lease and buy it. And then I'll get a new one. They all have four wheels and a steering wheel. They all go vroom. I don't care. I smoke my cigarette, like all the others I had before, and like all the others I will have after that. And then maybe cancer. Why do I care? I don't. I pay taxes for that shit.
Oh, man[edit]
Back to work now, in front of that screen, typing this article for Uncyclopedia... It's going to be deleted, I can feel it, but I don't give a damn. At least it took me two hours of my life, two less hours to procrastinate and otherwise get bored with the endless meaninglessness of life. Only 14596 days before retirement... What a life... Ah yeah, got to finish checking this document now. Wait, is it already 4:30? Time off then, let's go home... And tomorrow, start the same routine again... And again, and again, and again... Here I am, writing an article about the International Apathy Day... Trying to expand humanity's knowledge by contributing to some wiki... How boring. But heck, I'm at work right now, and it's a boring work, so I couldn't care less, at least this fills a bit of the useless time I spend here. Like this morning, I read this 300 page document, checking for typos. Can't people use a spell-checker before they create monstrosities like that? 300 pages! Of course they can't, they don't give a shit either, they write their thing and then hey, it's time for coffee, the poor schmuck in the QA department will get it. And here I am, the QA guy, doing the work. Dang.
I don't care[edit]
I could find a better job, but I couldn't care less... Here or there, it's always the same thing; managers giving meaningless orders, employees following the meaningless orders, the mind wandering around, and stopping either on the miniskirt of the new attractive colleague or thinking about what's going to be for lunch. And surfing the internet, and posting on Uncyclopedia, boring, boring, boring...
Why am I here? The sun is shining outside, the Birds are singing, the park is nearby, I could step out of this office and go there, but no, I won't do it. Sitting on some stupid grass and listening to the stupid birds singing about how life is beautiful, do you want to have sex with me, and so on is as boring as reading stuff on the internet. Well, here I am writing more... And tonight I go home...
The Girlfriend and I broke up last week-end, I couldn't care less, but I'll be alone in my flat tonight. Won't have to stand her watching elsewhere and yawning while we are having Sex -- every night, the same routine, the same music, the same bed, the same girl, she wasn't even beautiful or anything, just there, because like she said, here or there, it's pretty much the same thing. I'm not better or not worse than anybody else. She just doesn't care. That was our common point.
Meh[edit]
Wonder what she'll be doing tonight... Probably watching some show on TV, sitting there, hand on the remote, zapping in and out, or maybe nodding and falling asleep. And I'll be doing the same... Preparing some random lunch, landing into the couch, and checking the channels. There might be some show about Cows on Discovery channel. I couldn't care less, but they somehow remind me of my co-workers. Chewing some grass or some chewing-gum, it's quite the same thing. Watching the trains go by. Not counting. Oh look, here's the London-Liverpool of 5:30. How interesting. How do you like this grass, by the way? It's much greener than at the other side of the field. Moo? Yes, I think so too. Shall we continue doing nothing here and wait until the truck from the slaughterhouse comes? Yes, let's do that. Maybe the farmer will milk us again tonight, just at the usual time. Yes, good, very good. What an interesting life.
Cows don't care either what happens to them. I am a cow. Or maybe not. Colleague asking me if I want a smoke... Might get out for a while, watching the cars go by on the nearby highway. Look, this new Saab looks nice. It costs 20 months of my salary, but I might get a lease and buy it. And then I'll get a new one. They all have four wheels and a steering wheel. They all go vroom. I don't care. I smoke my cigarette, like all the others I had before, and like all the others I will have after that. And then maybe cancer. Why do I care? I don't. I pay taxes for that shit.
Oh, man[edit]
Back to work now, in front of that screen, typing this article for Uncyclopedia... It's going to be deleted, I can feel it, but I don't give a damn. At least it took me two hours of my life, two less hours to procrastinate and otherwise get bored with the endless meaninglessness of life. Only 14596 days before retirement... What a life... Ah yeah, got to finish checking this document now. Wait, is it already 4:30? Time off then, let's go home... And tomorrow, start the same routine again... And again, and again, and again... Here I am, writing an article about the International Apathy Day... Trying to expand humanity's knowledge by contributing to some wiki... How boring. But heck, I'm at work right now, and it's a boring work, so I couldn't care less, at least this fills a bit of the useless time I spend here. Like this morning, I read this 300 page document, checking for typos. Can't people use a spell-checker before they create monstrosities like that? 300 pages! Of course they can't, they don't give a shit either, they write their thing and then hey, it's time for coffee, the poor schmuck in the QA department will get it. And here I am, the QA guy, doing the work. Dang.
I don't care[edit]
I could find a better job, but I couldn't care less... Here or there, it's always the same thing; managers giving meaningless orders, employees following the meaningless orders, the mind wandering around, and stopping either on the miniskirt of the new attractive colleague or thinking about what's going to be for lunch. And surfing the internet, and posting on Uncyclopedia, boring, boring, boring...
Why am I here? The sun is shining outside, the Birds are singing, the park is nearby, I could step out of this office and go there, but no, I won't do it. Sitting on some stupid grass and listening to the stupid birds singing about how life is beautiful, do you want to have sex with me, and so on is as boring as reading stuff on the internet. Well, here I am writing more... And tonight I go home...
The Girlfriend and I broke up last week-end, I couldn't care less, but I'll be alone in my flat tonight. Won't have to stand her watching elsewhere and yawning while we are having Sex -- every night, the same routine, the same music, the same bed, the same girl, she wasn't even beautiful or anything, just there, because like she said, here or there, it's pretty much the same thing. I'm not better or not worse than anybody else. She just doesn't care. That was our common point.
Meh[edit]
Wonder what she'll be doing tonight... Probably watching some show on TV, sitting there, hand on the remote, zapping in and out, or maybe nodding and falling asleep. And I'll be doing the same... Preparing some random lunch, landing into the couch, and checking the channels. There might be some show about Cows on Discovery channel. I couldn't care less, but they somehow remind me of my co-workers. Chewing some grass or some chewing-gum, it's quite the same thing. Watching the trains go by. Not counting. Oh look, here's the London-Liverpool of 5:30. How interesting. How do you like this grass, by the way? It's much greener than at the other side of the field. Moo? Yes, I think so too. Shall we continue doing nothing here and wait until the truck from the slaughterhouse comes? Yes, let's do that. Maybe the farmer will milk us again tonight, just at the usual time. Yes, good, very good. What an interesting life.
Cows don't care either what happens to them. I am a cow. Or maybe not. Colleague asking me if I want a smoke... Might get out for a while, watching the cars go by on the nearby highway. Look, this new Saab looks nice. It costs 20 months of my salary, but I might get a lease and buy it. And then I'll get a new one. They all have four wheels and a steering wheel. They all go vroom. I don't care. I smoke my cigarette, like all the others I had before, and like all the others I will have after that. And then maybe cancer. Why do I care? I don't. I pay taxes for that shit.
Oh, man[edit]
Back to work now, in front of that screen, typing this article for Uncyclopedia... It's going to be deleted, I can feel it, but I don't give a damn. At least it took me two hours of my life, two less hours to procrastinate and otherwise get bored with the endless meaninglessness of life. Only 14596 days before retirement... What a life... Ah yeah, got to finish checking this document now. Wait, is it already 4:30? Time off then, let's go home... And tomorrow, start the same routine again... And again, and again, and again... Here I am, writing an article about the International Apathy Day... Trying to expand humanity's knowledge by contributing to some wiki... How boring. But heck, I'm at work right now, and it's a boring work, so I couldn't care less, at least this fills a bit of the useless time I spend here. Like this morning, I read this 300 page document, checking for typos. Can't people use a spell-checker before they create monstrosities like that? 300 pages! Of course they can't, they don't give a shit either, they write their thing and then hey, it's time for coffee, the poor schmuck in the QA department will get it. And here I am, the QA guy, doing the work. Dang.
I don't care[edit]
I could find a better job, but I couldn't care less... Here or there, it's always the same thing; managers giving meaningless orders, employees following the meaningless orders, the mind wandering around, and stopping either on the miniskirt of the new attractive colleague or thinking about what's going to be for lunch. And surfing the internet, and posting on Uncyclopedia, boring, boring, boring...
Why am I here? The sun is shining outside, the Birds are singing, the park is nearby, I could step out of this office and go there, but no, I won't do it. Sitting on some stupid grass and listening to the stupid birds singing about how life is beautiful, do you want to have sex with me, and so on is as boring as reading stuff on the internet. Well, here I am writing more... And tonight I go home...
The Girlfriend and I broke up last week-end, I couldn't care less, but I'll be alone in my flat tonight. Won't have to stand her watching elsewhere and yawning while we are having Sex -- every night, the same routine, the same music, the same bed, the same girl, she wasn't even beautiful or anything, just there, because like she said, here or there, it's pretty much the same thing. I'm not better or not worse than anybody else. She just doesn't care. That was our common point.
Meh[edit]
Wonder what she'll be doing tonight... Probably watching some show on TV, sitting there, hand on the remote, zapping in and out, or maybe nodding and falling asleep. And I'll be doing the same... Preparing some random lunch, landing into the couch, and checking the channels. There might be some show about Cows on Discovery channel. I couldn't care less, but they somehow remind me of my co-workers. Chewing some grass or some chewing-gum, it's quite the same thing. Watching the trains go by. Not counting. Oh look, here's the London-Liverpool of 5:30. How interesting. How do you like this grass, by the way? It's much greener than at the other side of the field. Moo? Yes, I think so too. Shall we continue doing nothing here and wait until the truck from the slaughterhouse comes? Yes, let's do that. Maybe the farmer will milk us again tonight, just at the usual time. Yes, good, very good. What an interesting life.
Cows don't care either what happens to them. I am a cow. Or maybe not. Colleague asking me if I want a smoke... Might get out for a while, watching the cars go by on the nearby highway. Look, this new Saab looks nice. It costs 20 months of my salary, but I might get a lease and buy it. And then I'll get a new one. They all have four wheels and a steering wheel. They all go vroom. I don't care. I smoke my cigarette, like all the others I had before, and like all the others I will have after that. And then maybe cancer. Why do I care? I don't. I pay taxes for that shit.
Oh, man[edit]
Back to work now, in front of that screen, typing this article for Uncyclopedia... It's going to be deleted, I can feel it, but I don't give a damn. At least it took me two hours of my life, two less hours to procrastinate and otherwise get bored with the endless meaninglessness of life. Only 14596 days before retirement... What a life... Ah yeah, got to finish checking this document now. Wait, is it already 4:30? Time off then, let's go home... And tomorrow, start the same routine again... And again, and again, and again... Here I am, writing an article about the International Apathy Day... Trying to expand humanity's knowledge by contributing to some wiki... How boring. But heck, I'm at work right now, and it's a boring work, so I couldn't care less, at least this fills a bit of the useless time I spend here. Like this morning, I read this 300 page document, checking for typos. Can't people use a spell-checker before they create monstrosities like that? 300 pages! Of course they can't, they don't give a shit either, they write their thing and then hey, it's time for coffee, the poor schmuck in the QA department will get it. And here I am, the QA guy, doing the work. Dang.
I don't care[edit]
I could find a better job, but I couldn't care less... Here or there, it's always the same thing; managers giving meaningless orders, employees following the meaningless orders, the mind wandering around, and stopping either on the miniskirt of the new attractive colleague or thinking about what's going to be for lunch. And surfing the internet, and posting on Uncyclopedia, boring, boring, boring...
Why am I here? The sun is shining outside, the Birds are singing, the park is nearby, I could step out of this office and go there, but no, I won't do it. Sitting on some stupid grass and listening to the stupid birds singing about how life is beautiful, do you want to have sex with me, and so on is as boring as reading stuff on the internet. Well, here I am writing more... And tonight I go home...
The Girlfriend and I broke up last week-end, I couldn't care less, but I'll be alone in my flat tonight. Won't have to stand her watching elsewhere and yawning while we are having Sex -- every night, the same routine, the same music, the same bed, the same girl, she wasn't even beautiful or anything, just there, because like she said, here or there, it's pretty much the same thing. I'm not better or not worse than anybody else. She just doesn't care. That was our common point.
Meh[edit]
Wonder what she'll be doing tonight... Probably watching some show on TV, sitting there, hand on the remote, zapping in and out, or maybe nodding and falling asleep. And I'll be doing the same... Preparing some random lunch, landing into the couch, and checking the channels. There might be some show about Cows on Discovery channel. I couldn't care less, but they somehow remind me of my co-workers. Chewing some grass or some chewing-gum, it's quite the same thing. Watching the trains go by. Not counting. Oh look, here's the London-Liverpool of 5:30. How interesting. How do you like this grass, by the way? It's much greener than at the other side of the field. Moo? Yes, I think so too. Shall we continue doing nothing here and wait until the truck from the slaughterhouse comes? Yes, let's do that. Maybe the farmer will milk us again tonight, just at the usual time. Yes, good, very good. What an interesting life.
Cows don't care either what happens to them. I am a cow. Or maybe not. Colleague asking me if I want a smoke... Might get out for a while, watching the cars go by on the nearby highway. Look, this new Saab looks nice. It costs 20 months of my salary, but I might get a lease and buy it. And then I'll get a new one. They all have four wheels and a steering wheel. They all go vroom. I don't care. I smoke my cigarette, like all the others I had before, and like all the others I will have after that. And then maybe cancer. Why do I care? I don't. I pay taxes for that shit.
Oh, man[edit]
Back to work now, in front of that screen, typing this article for Uncyclopedia... It's going to be deleted, I can feel it, but I don't give a damn. At least it took me two hours of my life, two less hours to procrastinate and otherwise get bored with the endless meaninglessness of life. Only 14596 days before retirement... What a life... Ah yeah, got to finish checking this document now. Wait, is it already 4:30? Time off then, let's go home... And tomorrow, start the same routine again... And again, and again, and again... Here I am, writing an article about the International Apathy Day... Trying to expand humanity's knowledge by contributing to some wiki... How boring. But heck, I'm at work right now, and it's a boring work, so I couldn't care less, at least this fills a bit of the useless time I spend here. Like this morning, I read this 300 page document, checking for typos. Can't people use a spell-checker before they create monstrosities like that? 300 pages! Of course they can't, they don't give a shit either, they write their thing and then hey, it's time for coffee, the poor schmuck in the QA department will get it. And here I am, the QA guy, doing the work. Dang.
I don't care[edit]
I could find a better job, but I couldn't care less... Here or there, it's always the same thing; managers giving meaningless orders, employees following the meaningless orders, the mind wandering around, and stopping either on the miniskirt of the new attractive colleague or thinking about what's going to be for lunch. And surfing the internet, and posting on Uncyclopedia, boring, boring, boring...
Why am I here? The sun is shining outside, the Birds are singing, the park is nearby, I could step out of this office and go there, but no, I won't do it. Sitting on some stupid grass and listening to the stupid birds singing about how life is beautiful, do you want to have sex with me, and so on is as boring as reading stuff on the internet. Well, here I am writing more... And tonight I go home...
The Girlfriend and I broke up last week-end, I couldn't care less, but I'll be alone in my flat tonight. Won't have to stand her watching elsewhere and yawning while we are having Sex -- every night, the same routine, the same music, the same bed, the same girl, she wasn't even beautiful or anything, just there, because like she said, here or there, it's pretty much the same thing. I'm not better or not worse than anybody else. She just doesn't care. That was our common point.
Meh[edit]
Wonder what she'll be doing tonight... Probably watching some show on TV, sitting there, hand on the remote, zapping in and out, or maybe nodding and falling asleep. And I'll be doing the same... Preparing some random lunch, landing into the couch, and checking the channels. There might be some show about Cows on Discovery channel. I couldn't care less, but they somehow remind me of my co-workers. Chewing some grass or some chewing-gum, it's quite the same thing. Watching the trains go by. Not counting. Oh look, here's the London-Liverpool of 5:30. How interesting. How do you like this grass, by the way? It's much greener than at the other side of the field. Moo? Yes, I think so too. Shall we continue doing nothing here and wait until the truck from the slaughterhouse comes? Yes, let's do that. Maybe the farmer will milk us again tonight, just at the usual time. Yes, good, very good. What an interesting life.
Cows don't care either what happens to them. I am a cow. Or maybe not. Colleague asking me if I want a smoke... Might get out for a while, watching the cars go by on the nearby highway. Look, this new Saab looks nice. It costs 20 months of my salary, but I might get a lease and buy it. And then I'll get a new one. They all have four wheels and a steering wheel. They all go vroom. I don't care. I smoke my cigarette, like all the others I had before, and like all the others I will have after that. And then maybe cancer. Why do I care? I don't. I pay taxes for that shit.
Oh, man[edit]
Back to work now, in front of that screen, typing this article for Uncyclopedia... It's going to be deleted, I can feel it, but I don't give a damn. At least it took me two hours of my life, two less hours to procrastinate and otherwise get bored with the endless meaninglessness of life. Only 14596 days before retirement... What a life... Ah yeah, got to finish checking this document now. Wait, is it already 4:30? Time off then, let's go home... And tomorrow, start the same routine again... And again, and again, and again... Here I am, writing an article about the International Apathy Day... Trying to expand humanity's knowledge by contributing to some wiki... How boring. But heck, I'm at work right now, and it's a boring work, so I couldn't care less, at least this fills a bit of the useless time I spend here. Like this morning, I read this 300 page document, checking for typos. Can't people use a spell-checker before they create monstrosities like that? 300 pages! Of course they can't, they don't give a shit either, they write their thing and then hey, it's time for coffee, the poor schmuck in the QA department will get it. And here I am, the QA guy, doing the work. Dang.
I don't care[edit]
I could find a better job, but I couldn't care less... Here or there, it's always the same thing; managers giving meaningless orders, employees following the meaningless orders, the mind wandering around, and stopping either on the miniskirt of the new attractive colleague or thinking about what's going to be for lunch. And surfing the internet, and posting on Uncyclopedia, boring, boring, boring...
Why am I here? The sun is shining outside, the Birds are singing, the park is nearby, I could step out of this office and go there, but no, I won't do it. Sitting on some stupid grass and listening to the stupid birds singing about how life is beautiful, do you want to have sex with me, and so on is as boring as reading stuff on the internet. Well, here I am writing more... And tonight I go home...
The Girlfriend and I broke up last week-end, I couldn't care less, but I'll be alone in my flat tonight. Won't have to stand her watching elsewhere and yawning while we are having Sex -- every night, the same routine, the same music, the same bed, the same girl, she wasn't even beautiful or anything, just there, because like she said, here or there, it's pretty much the same thing. I'm not better or not worse than anybody else. She just doesn't care. That was our common point.
Meh[edit]
Wonder what she'll be doing tonight... Probably watching some show on TV, sitting there, hand on the remote, zapping in and out, or maybe nodding and falling asleep. And I'll be doing the same... Preparing some random lunch, landing into the couch, and checking the channels. There might be some show about Cows on Discovery channel. I couldn't care less, but they somehow remind me of my co-workers. Chewing some grass or some chewing-gum, it's quite the same thing. Watching the trains go by. Not counting. Oh look, here's the London-Liverpool of 5:30. How interesting. How do you like this grass, by the way? It's much greener than at the other side of the field. Moo? Yes, I think so too. Shall we continue doing nothing here and wait until the truck from the slaughterhouse comes? Yes, let's do that. Maybe the farmer will milk us again tonight, just at the usual time. Yes, good, very good. What an interesting life.
Cows don't care either what happens to them. I am a cow. Or maybe not. Colleague asking me if I want a smoke... Might get out for a while, watching the cars go by on the nearby highway. Look, this new Saab looks nice. It costs 20 months of my salary, but I might get a lease and buy it. And then I'll get a new one. They all have four wheels and a steering wheel. They all go vroom. I don't care. I smoke my cigarette, like all the others I had before, and like all the others I will have after that. And then maybe cancer. Why do I care? I don't. I pay taxes for that shit.
Oh, man[edit]
Back to work now, in front of that screen, typing this article for Uncyclopedia... It's going to be deleted, I can feel it, but I don't give a damn. At least it took me two hours of my life, two less hours to procrastinate and otherwise get bored with the endless meaninglessness of life. Only 14596 days before retirement... What a life... Ah yeah, got to finish checking this document now. Wait, is it already 4:30? Time off then, let's go home... And tomorrow, start the same routine again... And again, and again, and again... Here I am, writing an article about the International Apathy Day... Trying to expand humanity's knowledge by contributing to some wiki... How boring. But heck, I'm at work right now, and it's a boring work, so I couldn't care less, at least this fills a bit of the useless time I spend here. Like this morning, I read this 300 page document, checking for typos. Can't people use a spell-checker before they create monstrosities like that? 300 pages! Of course they can't, they don't give a shit either, they write their thing and then hey, it's time for coffee, the poor schmuck in the QA department will get it. And here I am, the QA guy, doing the work. Dang.
I don't care[edit]
I could find a better job, but I couldn't care less... Here or there, it's always the same thing; managers giving meaningless orders, employees following the meaningless orders, the mind wandering around, and stopping either on the miniskirt of the new attractive colleague or thinking about what's going to be for lunch. And surfing the internet, and posting on Uncyclopedia, boring, boring, boring...
Why am I here? The sun is shining outside, the Birds are singing, the park is nearby, I could step out of this office and go there, but no, I won't do it. Sitting on some stupid grass and listening to the stupid birds singing about how life is beautiful, do you want to have sex with me, and so on is as boring as reading stuff on the internet. Well, here I am writing more... And tonight I go home...
The Girlfriend and I broke up last week-end, I couldn't care less, but I'll be alone in my flat tonight. Won't have to stand her watching elsewhere and yawning while we are having Sex -- every night, the same routine, the same music, the same bed, the same girl, she wasn't even beautiful or anything, just there, because like she said, here or there, it's pretty much the same thing. I'm not better or not worse than anybody else. She just doesn't care. That was our common point.
Meh[edit]
Wonder what she'll be doing tonight... Probably watching some show on TV, sitting there, hand on the remote, zapping in and out, or maybe nodding and falling asleep. And I'll be doing the same... Preparing some random lunch, landing into the couch, and checking the channels. There might be some show about Cows on Discovery channel. I couldn't care less, but they somehow remind me of my co-workers. Chewing some grass or some chewing-gum, it's quite the same thing. Watching the trains go by. Not counting. Oh look, here's the London-Liverpool of 5:30. How interesting. How do you like this grass, by the way? It's much greener than at the other side of the field. Moo? Yes, I think so too. Shall we continue doing nothing here and wait until the truck from the slaughterhouse comes? Yes, let's do that. Maybe the farmer will milk us again tonight, just at the usual time. Yes, good, very good. What an interesting life.
Cows don't care either what happens to them. I am a cow. Or maybe not. Colleague asking me if I want a smoke... Might get out for a while, watching the cars go by on the nearby highway. Look, this new Saab looks nice. It costs 20 months of my salary, but I might get a lease and buy it. And then I'll get a new one. They all have four wheels and a steering wheel. They all go vroom. I don't care. I smoke my cigarette, like all the others I had before, and like all the others I will have after that. And then maybe cancer. Why do I care? I don't. I pay taxes for that shit.
Oh, man[edit]
Back to work now, in front of that screen, typing this article for Uncyclopedia... It's going to be deleted, I can feel it, but I don't give a damn. At least it took me two hours of my life, two less hours to procrastinate and otherwise get bored with the endless meaninglessness of life. Only 14596 days before retirement... What a life... Ah yeah, got to finish checking this document now. Wait, is it already 4:30? Time off then, let's go home... And tomorrow, start the same routine again... And again, and again, and again... Here I am, writing an article about the International Apathy Day... Trying to expand humanity's knowledge by contributing to some wiki... How boring. But heck, I'm at work right now, and it's a boring work, so I couldn't care less, at least this fills a bit of the useless time I spend here. Like this morning, I read this 300 page document, checking for typos. Can't people use a spell-checker before they create monstrosities like that? 300 pages! Of course they can't, they don't give a shit either, they write their thing and then hey, it's time for coffee, the poor schmuck in the QA department will get it. And here I am, the QA guy, doing the work. Dang.
I don't care[edit]
I could find a better job, but I couldn't care less... Here or there, it's always the same thing; managers giving meaningless orders, employees following the meaningless orders, the mind wandering around, and stopping either on the miniskirt of the new attractive colleague or thinking about what's going to be for lunch. And surfing the internet, and posting on Uncyclopedia, boring, boring, boring...
Why am I here? The sun is shining outside, the Birds are singing, the park is nearby, I could step out of this office and go there, but no, I won't do it. Sitting on some stupid grass and listening to the stupid birds singing about how life is beautiful, do you want to have sex with me, and so on is as boring as reading stuff on the internet. Well, here I am writing more... And tonight I go home...
The Girlfriend and I broke up last week-end, I couldn't care less, but I'll be alone in my flat tonight. Won't have to stand her watching elsewhere and yawning while we are having Sex -- every night, the same routine, the same music, the same bed, the same girl, she wasn't even beautiful or anything, just there, because like she said, here or there, it's pretty much the same thing. I'm not better or not worse than anybody else. She just doesn't care. That was our common point.
Meh[edit]
Wonder what she'll be doing tonight... Probably watching some show on TV, sitting there, hand on the remote, zapping in and out, or maybe nodding and falling asleep. And I'll be doing the same... Preparing some random lunch, landing into the couch, and checking the channels. There might be some show about Cows on Discovery channel. I couldn't care less, but they somehow remind me of my co-workers. Chewing some grass or some chewing-gum, it's quite the same thing. Watching the trains go by. Not counting. Oh look, here's the London-Liverpool of 5:30. How interesting. How do you like this grass, by the way? It's much greener than at the other side of the field. Moo? Yes, I think so too. Shall we continue doing nothing here and wait until the truck from the slaughterhouse comes? Yes, let's do that. Maybe the farmer will milk us again tonight, just at the usual time. Yes, good, very good. What an interesting life.
Cows don't care either what happens to them. I am a cow. Or maybe not. Colleague asking me if I want a smoke... Might get out for a while, watching the cars go by on the nearby highway. Look, this new Saab looks nice. It costs 20 months of my salary, but I might get a lease and buy it. And then I'll get a new one. They all have four wheels and a steering wheel. They all go vroom. I don't care. I smoke my cigarette, like all the others I had before, and like all the others I will have after that. And then maybe cancer. Why do I care? I don't. I pay taxes for that shit.
Oh, man[edit]
Back to work now, in front of that screen, typing this article for Uncyclopedia... It's going to be deleted, I can feel it, but I don't give a damn. At least it took me two hours of my life, two less hours to procrastinate and otherwise get bored with the endless meaninglessness of life. Only 14596 days before retirement... What a life... Ah yeah, got to finish checking this document now. Wait, is it already 4:30? Time off then, let's go home... And tomorrow, start the same routine again... And again, and again, and again... Here I am, writing an article about the International Apathy Day... Trying to expand humanity's knowledge by contributing to some wiki... How boring. But heck, I'm at work right now, and it's a boring work, so I couldn't care less, at least this fills a bit of the useless time I spend here. Like this morning, I read this 300 page document, checking for typos. Can't people use a spell-checker before they create monstrosities like that? 300 pages! Of course they can't, they don't give a shit either, they write their thing and then hey, it's time for coffee, the poor schmuck in the QA department will get it. And here I am, the QA guy, doing the work. Dang.
I don't care[edit]
I could find a better job, but I couldn't care less... Here or there, it's always the same thing; managers giving meaningless orders, employees following the meaningless orders, the mind wandering around, and stopping either on the miniskirt of the new attractive colleague or thinking about what's going to be for lunch. And surfing the internet, and posting on Uncyclopedia, boring, boring, boring...
Why am I here? The sun is shining outside, the Birds are singing, the park is nearby, I could step out of this office and go there, but no, I won't do it. Sitting on some stupid grass and listening to the stupid birds singing about how life is beautiful, do you want to have sex with me, and so on is as boring as reading stuff on the internet. Well, here I am writing more... And tonight I go home...
The Girlfriend and I broke up last week-end, I couldn't care less, but I'll be alone in my flat tonight. Won't have to stand her watching elsewhere and yawning while we are having Sex -- every night, the same routine, the same music, the same bed, the same girl, she wasn't even beautiful or anything, just there, because like she said, here or there, it's pretty much the same thing. I'm not better or not worse than anybody else. She just doesn't care. That was our common point.
Meh[edit]
Wonder what she'll be doing tonight... Probably watching some show on TV, sitting there, hand on the remote, zapping in and out, or maybe nodding and falling asleep. And I'll be doing the same... Preparing some random lunch, landing into the couch, and checking the channels. There might be some show about Cows on Discovery channel. I couldn't care less, but they somehow remind me of my co-workers. Chewing some grass or some chewing-gum, it's quite the same thing. Watching the trains go by. Not counting. Oh look, here's the London-Liverpool of 5:30. How interesting. How do you like this grass, by the way? It's much greener than at the other side of the field. Moo? Yes, I think so too. Shall we continue doing nothing here and wait until the truck from the slaughterhouse comes? Yes, let's do that. Maybe the farmer will milk us again tonight, just at the usual time. Yes, good, very good. What an interesting life.
Cows don't care either what happens to them. I am a cow. Or maybe not. Colleague asking me if I want a smoke... Might get out for a while, watching the cars go by on the nearby highway. Look, this new Saab looks nice. It costs 20 months of my salary, but I might get a lease and buy it. And then I'll get a new one. They all have four wheels and a steering wheel. They all go vroom. I don't care. I smoke my cigarette, like all the others I had before, and like all the others I will have after that. And then maybe cancer. Why do I care? I don't. I pay taxes for that shit.
Oh, man[edit]
Back to work now, in front of that screen, typing this article for Uncyclopedia... It's going to be deleted, I can feel it, but I don't give a damn. At least it took me two hours of my life, two less hours to procrastinate and otherwise get bored with the endless meaninglessness of life. Only 14596 days before retirement... What a life... Ah yeah, got to finish checking this document now. Wait, is it already 4:30? Time off then, let's go home... And tomorrow, start the same routine again... And again, and again, and again... Here I am, writing an article about the International Apathy Day... Trying to expand humanity's knowledge by contributing to some wiki... How boring. But heck, I'm at work right now, and it's a boring work, so I couldn't care less, at least this fills a bit of the useless time I spend here. Like this morning, I read this 300 page document, checking for typos. Can't people use a spell-checker before they create monstrosities like that? 300 pages! Of course they can't, they don't give a shit either, they write their thing and then hey, it's time for coffee, the poor schmuck in the QA department will get it. And here I am, the QA guy, doing the work. Dang.
I don't care[edit]
I could find a better job, but I couldn't care less... Here or there, it's always the same thing; managers giving meaningless orders, employees following the meaningless orders, the mind wandering around, and stopping either on the miniskirt of the new attractive colleague or thinking about what's going to be for lunch. And surfing the internet, and posting on Uncyclopedia, boring, boring, boring...
Why am I here? The sun is shining outside, the Birds are singing, the park is nearby, I could step out of this office and go there, but no, I won't do it. Sitting on some stupid grass and listening to the stupid birds singing about how life is beautiful, do you want to have sex with me, and so on is as boring as reading stuff on the internet. Well, here I am writing more... And tonight I go home...
The Girlfriend and I broke up last week-end, I couldn't care less, but I'll be alone in my flat tonight. Won't have to stand her watching elsewhere and yawning while we are having Sex -- every night, the same routine, the same music, the same bed, the same girl, she wasn't even beautiful or anything, just there, because like she said, here or there, it's pretty much the same thing. I'm not better or not worse than anybody else. She just doesn't care. That was our common point.
Meh[edit]
Wonder what she'll be doing tonight... Probably watching some show on TV, sitting there, hand on the remote, zapping in and out, or maybe nodding and falling asleep. And I'll be doing the same... Preparing some random lunch, landing into the couch, and checking the channels. There might be some show about Cows on Discovery channel. I couldn't care less, but they somehow remind me of my co-workers. Chewing some grass or some chewing-gum, it's quite the same thing. Watching the trains go by. Not counting. Oh look, here's the London-Liverpool of 5:30. How interesting. How do you like this grass, by the way? It's much greener than at the other side of the field. Moo? Yes, I think so too. Shall we continue doing nothing here and wait until the truck from the slaughterhouse comes? Yes, let's do that. Maybe the farmer will milk us again tonight, just at the usual time. Yes, good, very good. What an interesting life.
Cows don't care either what happens to them. I am a cow. Or maybe not. Colleague asking me if I want a smoke... Might get out for a while, watching the cars go by on the nearby highway. Look, this new Saab looks nice. It costs 20 months of my salary, but I might get a lease and buy it. And then I'll get a new one. They all have four wheels and a steering wheel. They all go vroom. I don't care. I smoke my cigarette, like all the others I had before, and like all the others I will have after that. And then maybe cancer. Why do I care? I don't. I pay taxes for that shit.
Oh, man[edit]
Back to work now, in front of that screen, typing this article for Uncyclopedia... It's going to be deleted, I can feel it, but I don't give a damn. At least it took me two hours of my life, two less hours to procrastinate and otherwise get bored with the endless meaninglessness of life. Only 14596 days before retirement... What a life... Ah yeah, got to finish checking this document now. Wait, is it already 4:30? Time off then, let's go home... And tomorrow, start the same routine again... And again, and again, and again... Here I am, writing an article about the International Apathy Day... Trying to expand humanity's knowledge by contributing to some wiki... How boring. But heck, I'm at work right now, and it's a boring work, so I couldn't care less, at least this fills a bit of the useless time I spend here. Like this morning, I read this 300 page document, checking for typos. Can't people use a spell-checker before they create monstrosities like that? 300 pages! Of course they can't, they don't give a shit either, they write their thing and then hey, it's time for coffee, the poor schmuck in the QA department will get it. And here I am, the QA guy, doing the work. Dang.
I don't care[edit]
I could find a better job, but I couldn't care less... Here or there, it's always the same thing; managers giving meaningless orders, employees following the meaningless orders, the mind wandering around, and stopping either on the miniskirt of the new attractive colleague or thinking about what's going to be for lunch. And surfing the internet, and posting on Uncyclopedia, boring, boring, boring...
Why am I here? The sun is shining outside, the Birds are singing, the park is nearby, I could step out of this office and go there, but no, I won't do it. Sitting on some stupid grass and listening to the stupid birds singing about how life is beautiful, do you want to have sex with me, and so on is as boring as reading stuff on the internet. Well, here I am writing more... And tonight I go home...
The Girlfriend and I broke up last week-end, I couldn't care less, but I'll be alone in my flat tonight. Won't have to stand her watching elsewhere and yawning while we are having Sex -- every night, the same routine, the same music, the same bed, the same girl, she wasn't even beautiful or anything, just there, because like she said, here or there, it's pretty much the same thing. I'm not better or not worse than anybody else. She just doesn't care. That was our common point.
Meh[edit]
Wonder what she'll be doing tonight... Probably watching some show on TV, sitting there, hand on the remote, zapping in and out, or maybe nodding and falling asleep. And I'll be doing the same... Preparing some random lunch, landing into the couch, and checking the channels. There might be some show about Cows on Discovery channel. I couldn't care less, but they somehow remind me of my co-workers. Chewing some grass or some chewing-gum, it's quite the same thing. Watching the trains go by. Not counting. Oh look, here's the London-Liverpool of 5:30. How interesting. How do you like this grass, by the way? It's much greener than at the other side of the field. Moo? Yes, I think so too. Shall we continue doing nothing here and wait until the truck from the slaughterhouse comes? Yes, let's do that. Maybe the farmer will milk us again tonight, just at the usual time. Yes, good, very good. What an interesting life.
Cows don't care either what happens to them. I am a cow. Or maybe not. Colleague asking me if I want a smoke... Might get out for a while, watching the cars go by on the nearby highway. Look, this new Saab looks nice. It costs 20 months of my salary, but I might get a lease and buy it. And then I'll get a new one. They all have four wheels and a steering wheel. They all go vroom. I don't care. I smoke my cigarette, like all the others I had before, and like all the others I will have after that. And then maybe cancer. Why do I care? I don't. I pay taxes for that shit.
Oh, man[edit]
Back to work now, in front of that screen, typing this article for Uncyclopedia... It's going to be deleted, I can feel it, but I don't give a damn. At least it took me two hours of my life, two less hours to procrastinate and otherwise get bored with the endless meaninglessness of life. Only 14596 days before retirement... What a life... Ah yeah, got to finish checking this document now. Wait, is it already 4:30? Time off then, let's go home... And tomorrow, start the same routine again... And again, and again, and again...