Wanna hear something depressing and deep? Well, you’re gonna:
Somehow your standard of living got stuck on survive.
Again my life has fallen into a comfortable weekly routine that I’m just going along with waiting for something to happen. First time I got this feeling I ended up travelling around the world. Second time I got it I ended up unemoployed. So I wonder what’s in store for me this time… and oh yeah, quote by Jewel. Ofcourse.
I tried donating blood the other day. Everytime I’ve done that I’ve had to fill in a yes/no form asking stuff like “have you been in africa” or “have you gotten a new tattoo” and stuff like that, basically make sure you haven’t done anything that could change the composition of your blood since the last time you donated. I’ve never really paid that much attention to it (and I’m suppose to work at a lawfirm!). Well, there’s one in there saying “Have you had a new sexual partner”. Well, if you check the “yes”-box there, you’re not allowed to donate blood for three months afterwards. FYI.