I can�t believe it�s taken me this long to become a real person. Even then, I�m not sure. These fuckers always look over my shoulder and they huff and puff because I�m getting away with doing less than they do. Fuck you! I get paid less. I need your damn cubicle prison and I need your validation like a fucking Dr. Pepper enema. Thank you. As I was saying, I�m going to the damn 118 beers on tap place to have myself a juicy, drippy burger. Peace out.