shirt, suit and Tai.

what's the rush? what's the rush? we're all going to die, anyway. i might as well and enjoy my youth for as long as i possibly can, and then join the rat race, fresh and willing to employ my wits and good-humoured, warm personality to assist in achieving...the bottom line.

ooooooooo. the bottom line.

that's what life is about, isn't it? the bottom line. the zenith of all that's important to corporate globalisation. achieve a low turnover rate and get a good, healthy figure on the bottom line. and if the sum's attractive enough, throw in some corporate social responsibility and appear to be a geopolitical monolith of all-rounded econogoodness.

it's going to blow!

i hope to achieve a position in the hierachy one day, where i can sit above the glass ceiling and look at the minions below me, whilst sticking my tongue out, arms waving in the air going "you fuckers are finished!" yep, a big corner office, being a part of senior management, chaffeured in a nice, big company car; it doesn't get much better than that, does it? that, and the fact that i'd be a totally hapless, witless chief executive. i'd drive the company to the ground.

ugh. the only thing worth living for in life is the next one.

i love sundays.