I Need A House With Brick Walls
Date: May 3rd, 2004 12:19:44 pm - Subscribe
The kids in the class were cool, a real mixture, a couple of cheeky fuckers thrown in but that just adds to the texture - but...I've kinda gotten used to staying at home since the Christmas break, rising when I feel like it, sleeping when I feel like it, (if at all), fucking when I feel like it, warezing when I feel like it and blogging when I feel like it. Just doing things in my own time without anyone telling me to follow a fucken timetable or schedule was cool. I'd like to be my own boss, tell myself what to do, tell myself to do everything or nothing.
I couldn't have a home-based job where anyone 'respectable' comes over, because the place looks like a run-down brothel thanks to my son's unique style of interior design, also, what do you say to people when as they bypass the tinny house in the garden to get to the main door? Darn, there goes home-based tutoring for an idea.
I could try drug dealing, if you're discrete and do it right there's plenty of stuff available around here and I wouldn't be short of contacts, plus I have the added advantage that I wouldn't snort, swallow or inject my own shit 'cause I have a first-hand experience of how fucked up it makes you - but that wouldn't be setting a 'good example' for my son and I couldn't live with my conscience if I fucked up other people's kids the way he is, stuff having a conscience - there goes that idea.
I could be a whore, no one would complain about state of the house, in fact, they'd feel quite at home and it pays a darn sight better than teaching, but my fiance has just told me he's not 'into' sharing or taking leftovers and I care about him too much to do it without his consent, (darn, there goes that fucken conscience again).
I could go on an unemployment benefit but it wouldn't pay the bills and I wouldn't be eligible just because I feel like quitting the 9:00 - 5:00 rat-race, I'd have to get sacked from teaching and in order for that to happen I'd have to do something really drastic like...
go to work as pissed as a fart...
go to work as high as a kite...
go to work naked...
assault or kill a couple of kids...
tell the boss to get fucked...
The last option is one that most people feel like doing at some point or another and seems the most plausible, but I think if I do plan on getting sacked, I want to do it in a blaze of glory and do all of the above with the exception of assaulting or killing the kids - 'cause kids are cool.
My fiance wants a baby. Fair enough, he's forty two years old and never had a kid of his own. I love kids and I'd like to have his baby, but the world is too fucked up and so is my son. By the time I right the wrongs and plaster the holes up in the walls I'll probably be too old to be able to have one. I need a house that has brick walls.
12 months maternity leave would give me a break from work.
but who wants to raise a baby in the eye of a hurricane? It just aint safe around here...
I'll leave the alarm clock set for 6:00AM and think about things.
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