Death to the Boringness
(This is meant to be one of those stories that go on eternally, following some douches life room after room)
You are a middle class office worker. You live in an apartment surrounded by IKEA furniture, home appliances, your beloved TIVO...all of that nonsense.
Everyday you get up and go to work where you sit behind your desk, in your cubicle, fingers tapping on your keyboard.
But today it is different. Today...is your day off!
At last a chance to do something different, to spread your wings. A voice in the back of your head screams at you to do something new! Something exciting! Yeah! Woooo!
You are a middle class office worker. You live in an apartment surrounded by IKEA furniture, home appliances, your beloved TIVO...all of that nonsense.
Everyday you get up and go to work where you sit behind your desk, in your cubicle, fingers tapping on your keyboard.
But today it is different. Today...is your day off!
At last a chance to do something different, to spread your wings. A voice in the back of your head screams at you to do something new! Something exciting! Yeah! Woooo!