meeting with the matchsticks

i had a great time last night with some of the matchsticks. a whale of time actually.

1. spent the night arguing about work, and not having one. we are a majority of freelance writers, which is a synonym for 'excuse', who debated about money, conflict, respect and catch 22 over iced tea that was too sweet and chicken parts coated with crusty carbs.
2. we meditated on life and what mud hole our feet are currently buried into. most of the time, our ideals of self does not really equate with what we have become and what others think we should become.
3. we went to starlight to baptize the karaoke bar with our own symphony of booze powered voices. somehow, it was so hard to please the stupid karaoke that we have feigned ecstasy at the score of anything greater than zero.
4. lastly, we visited my last company to remind the trainers that they should stop sucking other people's balls and start counting whatever is left of their hair and their conscience.

so much fun, so little time.