Eat, sleep, wash dishes, watch Angel, sleep, watch Firefly, wash dishes, use stationary bicycle, sleep, wash dishes, eat, shit, wash dishes, sleep, wash dishes, watch Angel, sleep, unload barge, wash dishes, sleep.
My life on this barge has been reduced to this. I thought I had amassed a store of calm to keep me livid and enlightening to all those around me, but 11 straight days of 10 hours of tedious work has brought all those top things I hate about ..... lists screaming to the front of my mind again. When I have more brain power, I'll share some of them, but for now I just have to say, the people I serve are ape-men, and the only language they speak is dripping sarcasm, interspersed with a liberal use of interjections like "fuckin'" and "bro'". I hope I see some mountain goats, for I am seriously wanting for civilzed company
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DON'T SAY YOU WEREN'T WARNED.
I mean, by somebody I'm sure. I know I didn't try to warn you...
I'm sure there are no deeply metaphysical conversations taking place on the barge... at least nothing deeper than "Hey, if you met Jessica Alba, would you bang her?"
If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times. The boat-centric life calls for a delicate balance of social maladjustment and...well that's it, really. Social maladjustment.
Any camp situation = a situation where all involved are basically living to work. Companies can be pretty good about providing tasty food and Nautilus machines but real life has been temporarily suspended and the result is...what you're experiencing. The basest shit comes to the surface. Try not to be hatin 'cause it's not really...real.
Kind of.
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