Ezinne J 07

Another destined failure.

Astrology. Yup, that 25% chance made them look intelligently savvy, however they are banking on God’s plan failing and my plan succeeding without a Creator.

“My Wasteful Tech”

Behold, her latest mediocre idea!

From the original, she hand-coded her project. Didn’t do much.

A mini laptop for a Pin, an MP3 player from scratch, I don’t get it. What wasteful tech. If only I had lived post-Industrial Revolution to earn a new DIY project in USD. When will this get good? I’m heated. Sony Walkman and a promenade in the park. It’s a decision, but I suppose it’s for the best to fund the free thinkers.

I have my idea, but it’ll cost us in court meetings.

“I’m Wasting My Life Away”

Fresh is my new Pilot pen. Super cute, the pen. What else is mine? I bought it myself, so technically, it is mine.

Anyway, this is super cute; I wish it could be mine forever.

Maybe a pencil should have sufficed. I thought I could graduate up to a pen. Chill, degree done.

Next, if only I had an eraser. Maybe an eraser. I hate this indecision. Pen.

Done.

Finally, a new idea. Here lies a thought to disturb the matrix.

Easier written than done. Next thought.

Please, if you can, daydream up a new job. At your earliest convenience. Go on.

I’m exhausted of thinking.

Daydream a new job at my earliest convenience.

Sitting on an angled oil-stained mattress, brainstorming takes place. Did it really though? It’s all I’ve ever thought of wanting.

Brainstorm, please?

Work is the desirable activity.