So after three years of getting free money from the government to sit around playing Mario Kart and eating ice pops, the real world has hit me like a lead frisbee. In the words of Dolly Parton, 'Working nine to five, what a way to make a living. Barely getting by, it's all taking and no giving.' And people say she's just a big pair of tits.
Anyway, to that end here's the king of cheerful tunes, uncle Bobby Dylan, with a reminder that the sad songs are the best. Stay in school kids.
Bob Dylan: Working Man's Blues
[left click it and it might take you to the file. who knows.]
1 comment:
Wow, I do not envy you.
My life-plan is to remain in a hazy bubble of tea and toast, knee-deep in perusable textbooks full of interesting words, trundling along to the occasional lecture and exam for years until I run dry out of excuses to stay in education. Then I'll marry someone fun and clever, with pretty hair, and do their cooking and cleaning forever. Perhaps I'll make extra money by making and selling cutesy-pie clothing and accessories that teenage girls will pay lots for.
Set. For. LIFE.
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