Back In The Cage Goes The Sad Little Cubicle Monkey
Because the goddess of irony is a big fat meanie of a bitch, the level of dissatisfaction in my life has quickly come full circle. Yesterday I wrote about how I’m only being appreciated for my brains, but after two days at the office I can now say that I’m not appreciated for that either.
What the hell do I have left to contribute to society if it isn’t a nice set of tits or a clever mind? Am I going to have to explain to some almighty power why I deserve the right to breathe, since it may now be under dispute?
Unless if the heavens really like my pecan pie, I’m fucked.
