I don’t know about you, but I enjoy a job to do, be sure to give me 100, no need to stop at 2
I like all my little tasks, rolling on in as a slave masters grasp, keep piling them on, please don’t force me to ask!
I would hate to wile away my time, belly button gazing, pontificating over wine and perhaps have time to stop. and. dine
I enjoy the sensation of being blasted in the face, by life’s relentless 'to-do’ list, no need to give me space
I enjoy the way, I have to rush about, to pay for things I can barely muster up enough excitement to be excited about.
I appreciate my phone, such a very good friend. I suspect it will be bonded to me right until the end. I don’t have time for talking, well not very much. Who needs conversation and such frivolous stuff?