I was talking to Moo on how meaningless life is.
Don’t get me wrong. I appreciate life. I have a job, a car, a roof over my head, warm clothes and an awesome bed. And food.
I’m just having a quarter-life crisis.
I keep feeling like this isn’t my calling.
But what is my calling?
I wanna travel. But I have too many commitments.
Moo said “You can’t just up and run away. You’ll have to take care of us when we’re old.”
..it’s not like I have a choice, do I?
Anyway I’m trying to write one blog post per day. It’s such a hassle to plan a proper post, so I’ll just write whatever crap comes to mind.
I went on a boat today for an assignment. The boat guy was cute.His name was Joseph and he had the tightest ass I’ve ever seen, wrapped beneath bermuda shorts. I should not stare at people’s asses the first time I meet them.
He was also really tanned and had ripped muscles all over. What a beach babe.
… Soooo yeah. It was bloody hot today. And not just the weather.