Everyday Is Another Lesson In Mediocrity
In an attempt to soothe ruffled feathers (my own, had a literally eventful working non-stop weekend), I booked myself in various places for a whole day of physical pampering. Facial, checked. Hair masque/mask, checked. Body massage, checked. Hand paraffin, checked. That goes my day-off.
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There are times I can be bratty and ungrateful and the time is now. I’m a fucking graduate, damn you. Do you know the kind of dignity and respect I was accorded in school by peers and lecturers? Do you know I was Publicity Director in the Students’ Union? Do you know how much you have let me down with your pathetically paltry treatment of me? You don’t fucking care, you don’t understand angst and anguish, and you don’t know how to track or develop paths. Hello, do you remember I exist at all? Why, why couldn’t you live up to your promise of a fulfilling and meaningful existence?
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Tomorrow is another day. Everyday is a lesson in mediocrity.
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There are times I can be bratty and ungrateful and the time is now. I’m a fucking graduate, damn you. Do you know the kind of dignity and respect I was accorded in school by peers and lecturers? Do you know I was Publicity Director in the Students’ Union? Do you know how much you have let me down with your pathetically paltry treatment of me? You don’t fucking care, you don’t understand angst and anguish, and you don’t know how to track or develop paths. Hello, do you remember I exist at all? Why, why couldn’t you live up to your promise of a fulfilling and meaningful existence?
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Tomorrow is another day. Everyday is a lesson in mediocrity.
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