Archive for February, 2014

It’s amazing how time flies when you’re having fun. Okay that’s a lie. It’s amazing how time flies when you’re busy. I’ve got to say it makes me feel all adult like, like I am a valuable member of society, paying my dues and getting shit done. Needless to say I sincerely hope it’s just a phase I’m going through.

In a perfect world I would have met my soul-mate by now and by soul-mate I mean sugar mommy. In fact I could quite happily be a stay at home dad minus the kids of course. Don’t get me wrong I don’t mind work. It’s just that I prefer it in small doses, and preferably when someone else does the majority of the legwork and I get all the credit. I’m considerate like that.

Sadly I have a love-hate relationship with money, as in I love to spend money but hate having to earn it. So now that I think about it, it’s a minor miracle I haven’t resorted to crime yet. To be fair I’d have a drop dead gorgeous mug shot but unfortunately I’ve spent way too many hours at church (thanks mom) to ever risk my entry visa into heaven. Hopefully though I don’t have to collect my boarding pass anytime soon.

It’s a vicious circle. I’m not one for half-measures. I’m all in, or I’m apathetic. So now that I’ve established that in order to look pretty I need to earn money, I work like a crazed worker bee. A worker bee that has aspirations of canoodling (best word ever) with the queen bee and driving an Aston Martin. I fear my analogy may have driven slightly off course there. Perhaps I have an addictive personality. I wouldn’t characterise myself as a workaholic. I mean I enjoy what I do, I’m luckier than most, but I don’t love to work. Yet there’s this strange character residing at the back of my head who says you can do better and who judges people who only clock in on time and leave as soon as the bell sounds. I guess it goes to show that you can even get addicted to something you don’t love. Wow how’s that for a philosophical thought the day before Valentine’s Day…