Are we all people of color, just trapped in skin tones?

So, I'm sitting here looking like this.  Yes, yes.  I'm thinking about how much I don't want to start work next week.

I honestly, plainly, simply and accutately cannot stand working. Cannot STAND. I think I'd rather drown than work for some more years regularly. For awhile, I've tried to convince myself that its certain things about working that I don't like. But now I'm coming to terms with the fact that I just do not like it. Everything about it. People say, na you just don't like working for other people. No, I actually just don't like working. Period. And I know this now because I've been in nearly every position at jobs at this point. I've had a shitty boss. I've had a demanding boss. I've had no boss. I've set my own schedule. I've worked a 9-5. I've worked at 4-12. I've actually enjoyed the job that I do.  But it's STILL a hassle. I mean, what else is there? I just don't be feeling that shit.

Maybe if I was rich I'd feel better about it.
This is unlikely.
But I'm about to test it out. (:)!!!)

Sometimes I have these amazingly perfect days.  Today was one of them.  The last one I had was back in May. I seriously had it all for like a day. New job. New house. Same great friends. Family was doin fine. And I actually had a crush on somebody (which never ever happens).

I can't figure out how to wrap this up. I'm very much missing somebody right now out of no where. I feel embarassed even though no one else knows. And I think I'm putting it into the universe because he keeps finding his way into convos that I have with other people. It's the strangest thing. It's odd. Now that I've typed that, I'm going to put myself back into denial.

I suppose I have a really loose
interpretation of "work," because I
think that just being alive is so much
work at something you don't
always want to do.
- Andy Warhol