A Burst of Inspiration: Little Poem

Rocking through the stars...
flying up in the high seas of stars...
Living and flourishing among the little clusters of stars...
Stars of greatness, of humility, of understanding and divinity!
The divinity of being.
What is being?
Being just is!
It's ungrippable
It's ungraspable
It's untangible
It's effortless
It's far and wide
It's here, and it's large!
It's tiny and cute.
It's rough and loud!
It's Complete. That's what it is.

Come out and play!
Don't shy away!
We can have fun and bask in the sun!
We can play beach ball,
we can rock the boat,
we can fly in the skies,
we can rock the stars...
We can live and flourish among the little clusters of stars...
Stars of greatness, of humility, of understanding and divinity!

Daniel "The Problem Solver"

Call me that from now on, baby! Just fixed mah friend's entire master's thesis formatting problem.

Had no idea what I'm doing!

(By the way, I fucking hate Word and the formatting shit.)

...but still fixed it like a boooss!

Totalleh Tall. Up High!

Waving my cigarette to the rhythym like a conductor, listening to this!!

Welcome to the Hiiiigh Seas!

Getting high after midnight with the soundtrack from The Tales From the Borderlands, babeh! Like a boss!

Work Complete

Yay! Got the job done, met some fine people and got drunk with them after work.

That's what I call a successful work evening!

Off To Work...

Let's hope it goes better than the last time.

Bottle of water: check.
Bottle of cola: check.
Stomach full: almost kinda semi-check.
Frozen half to death after sitting outside, not realizing it's getting so fkin cold: check.

Wish me luck!

A Message I Keep Getting

"Greetings! I hate your ass!" - Sincerely, your internet connection

Burning the Midnight Oil

Just reloading this shitty game over and over.

Cause it keeps fucking me in the ass...

...with a spiked dildo.

A Regular Work Shift

You get ready.
You buy that kebab, so you don't slobber over your customer's meals when you're serving them.
You buy a pack of cigarettes, because you were incapable of rolling your own (via last post).
You buy a big fucking cola to keep you company in the night. You wouldn't believe how easy it is to run low on sugar in your bloodstream when working as a waiter.

And then... when you finish the cigarette, take a sip of that oversugared pitch black shit and when you finally at long last arrive at your work...

...they send you home. Not enough customers tonight.

Now that, children, is Universal Irony at it's best.

I Hate Taking a Shower!

Every time I take a shower, my fingertips get so smooth I can't even roll meself a cigarette for fuck's sake!