Fight Club Kind of Life!


Fight Club kind of life.

Working from home.

Pancakes and coffee for breakfast.


Just waiting for my Tyler Durden to punch me straight on the jaw – I guess.

I found freedom.  Losing all hope was freedom.

It’s only after you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything.


You met me at a very strange time in my life.

Pizza delivery with bottles of beer on the side.

This is my life and it’s ending one minute at a time – if you understand what I am saying.


Oh, Fridays like this.  I have been eating junk the whole day.  TGIF!

Can somebody send me an Indian food?


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