Big Girl Panties

Today, while my cat, pretending to be all cute and cuddly, was licking his butt in a dangerous closeness to my pancakes settled on the couch, I was seriously reconsidering the choices I have in life.

Recently I’ve been spending my days as uselessly as physically and mentally possible: getting up at 4 p.m; watching TV and staring at the computer screen a good bigger part of the day; doing all but being useful to myself or respectable society. Life just seems incredibly… empty these days.
Frozen, even.

What the hell happened to my Karma wheel? Is it stuck or something? Would it start moving if I, for example, got a job? “But I’m so laaazy!” my inner voice screams (that just almost makes me blush). And I’ve got no idea what to make of a career choice anyway. Sometimes I feel that all I’m good at is making naughty adult scenarios for the role play games I sometimes play in my mind. I’m not even talking movies here (special effects cost money, babe).

This just reminded me of another point in Karma Wheel stuckage… What’s up with that no handsomes, no sex life thing? Are my own private karma script writers on strike, or something? Great! So it was a global thing, huh? That’s so bloody dramatic…