I live in Tacoma Washington.
Judson, 23 years of living on this gravity well, spiraling around this nuclear fireball that somehow keeps us warm. Former Marine no longer a slave to Uncle Sam. Words of description: single, 'out to lunch', Malformed Public duty gland, and a deficiency in moral fiber precluding me from saving Universes. Possibly a dreamer (jury is still out). A bit rude, a bit crude, a bit into myself.
Nothing of importance: Don't listen to me, because I am Mostly harmless.
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I’ve been at this job for a little over two weeks.
How do people do this?
Work work work, look forward to two days of freedom, back to work work work.
Money is really nice to have and don’t get me wrong, I’m certainly not complaining. I’m very lucky to even have a job right now, but it’s just…..ugh.
I don’t know.
It’s better than sitting at home doing nothing and having nothing to wake up for. It’s better than being broke and having to mooch off your parents, but I still don’t understand how people do this. How do people do this for their whole lives? The same job…for years……
It is insanity I say.