You're not your job.

You're not your bank account.

You're not the car you drive.

You're not the clothes you wear.

You're not the contents of your wallet.

You're not your fucking khakis.

You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

You have to realize that some day you will die...
Until you know that, you are useless.

This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.

My computer is being repaired at the moment. So it may take a while until I update 'SOUL FOR SALE'.
But no worries sugar pies! It'll get fixed...soon...And I'll put a new chapter up.
Cross my heart!

What I listen to while writing... :)