1999-11-29

Confessions of a Web Fiend.

Hello all.

I guess I am supposed to be working on that law assignment, but instead I find myself hoping to reach enlightenment. Actually, I enjoy procrastination and await my impending late night. Secretly, I enjoy the depths of my basement and cluttered computer room at 3 a.m. Solitude. That's what I find in this sh*thole. As I remain connected to the internet, I imagine all the other web-geeks staring into their glowing monitors...crusty old farts jerking off at images of young girls corrupted by lust (of nasty porno kings and MONEY). Damn the man. I check my ICQ list and look at the handles of friends and strangers who taunt me with their messages and tantalizing distractions (not porn, u sicko...CONVERSATION!) and madly race with time to complete another assignment that will blend in with all the others. Research turns into surfing which turns into a diaryland entry or asian avenue browse. My screen flickers as it tries to communicate the impending sunrise. I wage a war against mediocrity by reading and scrambling to articulate my thoughts that support a clear thesis. In the end...I rarely win. Procrastination sucks. I lied to you and myself...I really don't like this bullshit. I want to work...and win...and be free. Big brother watches me through the screen and mocks my panicked fatigue. Why do I always succumb to this sheer stupidity. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

...miles to go before i sleep...and miles to go before i sleep...

hazel at 12:48:00

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