Piu Piu Piu Laser Spider

Working has seriously drained me to the extent that I have transcend the threshold of fatigue. And is currently listening to more soothing music for my comatose mind. Think Björk, Florence, Toro Y Moi, The Drums, and other weird music you probably had never heard of. Copy-writing may seem like a piece of cake, but its really taxing on your brain. Initially I actually painstakingly curate specific outfits for different products, naming the specific shade (i.e. teal, terracotta, chartreuse, tyrian purple, etc) but after awhile I just don't give a fuck anymore and give a generic colour if I can't put a name to it (blue, light grey, orange, etc) and copy-paste the description (with a few minor changes of course).

And to add weight to my already overburdened, dented shoulder, cracked clavicles and all, design shit for FTN and Poshism and Editorial while thinking of the future and whether I should risk it and do whatever I like and foresee myself probably be eating instant noodles everyday or just enter the rat race and be safe but sad at doing something I probably wouldn't like yet happy with all the superficial worldly trappings (unless the recession happens or if I never ever get a promotion at all).