half musings of a psychotic

It has been raining outside since this morning. After meeting up for an important lunch I felt the urge to go online and just go online. I don't know but it seems that I really feel so tired and wasted today that I can't seem to muster the strength to go around and finish my pending tasks. Actually, my prioritites are already queing to be done not to mention that I'm quite broke. I have been feasting my money on lavish food trips. Apparently, I still don't feel guilty despite the fact that my body hates my waistline. To hell with what other people think. The best thing is that I enjoy and love what I do. I do not need affirmations from people nor do I need to conform with society. I am a non-conformist. Perhaps, this is the reason why sometimes I don't get the positions or things that I wanted. As my best buddy would put it in words --- I am a rebel with breeding. And I think you would see the more repulsive side of me in these pages. Words of clashing ideologies and simply nothing would continually flood the banks of this electronic river constantly innundating it with half musings. Nonsense. Crap. Bullshit. Pychotic. Me.