A boy I know hanged himself the other week, he was a massive fan of The Kills and at his funeral his family played a song by The Killers.
Got a promotion at work, still on the same wage but now I’ve got the role of skivvy and I spend my days chasing up demands from the undereducated/overpaid site managers. One of them was dishing out orders today and when her requests were met with mild protests she turned round and said “Yeah well, nothing’s fair in love and war’.
For a brief moment the building resentment in the pit of my stomach lifted and I thought, that’s definitely not the phrase.
Shallow victories in the form of mentally correcting idioms are all that keep me going.
My laptop’s knackered, meaning I missed most of the knee-jerk reactions to ‘the woolwich incident’ and only had to endure one conversation regarding ‘Muslamic Infidels’ with a taxi driver.
This status did however catch my attention..
Packi This N Packi That……It Wernt Even Packi’s.
….God loves a trier.
I’ve been reading The Stand by Stephen King and buzzing off it, singing its praises and recommending it to anyone who brushed past me in the street. Now, half way through, he’s introduced an absolutely chronic character who I can’t get away with.
Thankfully no one reads / listens to my recommendations or I’d have looked like a total boob.
or at least more of a total boob than usual.
Haven’t been on here in ages, why’s everyone an agony aunt?
Half tempted to turn on anonymous asks so people can come to me for worldly advice on relationships, sex and depression.
(Got a nagging suspicion I’d just get a rush of people calling me a daft cunt and saying pot noodles are shit again.)
Got moved onto a new team at work today and when I sat down the lad next to me went “so….going clubbing this weekend, mate?”
Chatting up our mate Joe Swash
Having a bit of #banter with our recently bankrupt mate Joe Swash aka Mickey Miller aka ‘orrible cockney urchin
nothing to worry about really, it’ll be panto season again soon.
Reading reviews on book shelves, I found this one very informative
And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you
Never fully appreciated the pertinence of this until earlier on when I found myself gazing wide-eyed into the office mug-cupboard, engulfed in workplace banter.
“The Office Gossip” “Keep calm and drink tea” “Hands off my brew” “Hangover mug” “License to Spill” “I’m the Boss (Don’t tell the wife)”.
I don’t think I’ll ever recover from this.
a petition calling for The Daily Mail to fire Richard Littlejohn.
takes thirty seconds, if that.
also,
http://action.sumofus.org/a/daily-mail-littlejohn-lucy-meadows/?sub=fb
(Source: spewprincess)
Downloaded a Gameboy Emulator and Pokémon yellow, now I’m sat taking on Brock with a 12” Munch Munch Pizza by my side, I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy.
Being an Anarchist outside Buckingourlass Palace.
Yeah, deal with it.
Bottles of Dr Pepper are 75p in Tesco and I’m absolutely buzzing
Spent a lot of today looking through comments defending Seth MacFarlane’s Oscars opening and all I can imagine are fully grown men in family guy t shirts.
