Dear Internet,
Look, fucker. How am I supposed to get anything done when you’re hanging out? I have an online class to finish. The Mighty Boosh on dvd. Finance documents to prepare for a training I’m presenting in the morning. Emails to respond to. Listen, fucker. I want my life back. File cabinets to finish refurbishing. Tables to build. Resumes to write. Tears to wipe from cheeks.
Please don’t take this personally. It’s you though. And maybe my lack of self discipline. I want a life back.
