Sundance

And then one day you find..
Ten years have gone behind you,
no one told you when to run,
You missed the starting Gun!
- Pink Floyd

Working weekends and crazy hours, makes me think ( in such moments of clarity ) as to where I wanna be and what is it I wanna be.
Am I missing something from the overall picture ?

Life is all about relationships, isnt it ?

Fancy last name for this biatch, I have been seeing for a while now.. "Sundance". I mean she is so needy, that black holes come to her for tips.
She loves, wants and needs my finger all over her. Constantly!, and I dont even have artistic fingers. They are short and chubby.
She wants hundred percent of my attention, to look into her eyes which are too bright for her, I think. Somehow doesnt even go with the figure she has.
Her favorite color is beige, and she is a classy insomniac. In fact, she goes without sleep for almost a month, until one day, she just gives up and breaksdown. But recovery is quite fast and she starts her needy attitude with a vengeance all over again.
Sigh. And I am stuck in the vortex , being pulled in with satisfying her every need. It almost gives me a high when I do it. I guess, you start deriving happiness from the small noises she makes when she is satiated. You know she is thinking hard, when she starts to hum and its not even a tune.

Somebody help me turn my goddamn computer off!! I hate the hum, I am getting CTS from the keyboard and the beige boxes looks ugly and the bright monitor is hurting my eyes!
Sundance, my ass!