So you're sitting there in your uncomfortable swivel chair under the harsh fluorescent lights in your cubicle. Your chatty coworker is blabbing on the phone, your styrofoam cup of bitter coffee has undissolved bits of non-dairy creamer floating in it, and you're thinking to yourself, "Wow... my life really sucks." Maybe you don't work in an office - maybe you're sitting at home, unemployed, crippled by ennui (and whiskey), thinking "Wow... my life really sucks." Maybe you're somewhere else. Who knows? All that matters is that you're looking at a computer and your life stinks. You've probably heard the term "things could always be worse" before, haven't you? You know why people say that? Because it's true. You could live in Salt Lake City, where high school students can go to jail for streaking
So you're sitting there in your uncomfortable swivel chair under the harsh fluorescent lights in your cubicle. Your chatty coworker is blabbing on the phone, your styrofoam cup of bitter coffee has undissolved bits of non-dairy creamer floating in it, and you're thinking to yourself, "Wow... my life really sucks." Maybe you don't work in an office - maybe you're sitting at home, unemployed, crippled by ennui (and whiskey), thinking "Wow... my life really sucks." Maybe you're somewhere else. Who knows? All that matters is that you're looking at a computer and your life stinks. You've probably heard the term "things could always be worse" before, haven't you? You know why people say that? Because it's true. You could live in Salt Lake City, where high school students can go to jail for streaking