What little faith i've regained recently went in an instant at 3:24am
Due to another breakdown in modern conveniences, a replacement toaster was needed. So off i trudge to my local corporate hyper mart (yeah, i'll support independent business when they start tending to my 3am needs for electronic goods - im a night person. suck it up, small enterprise), and i see the worst thing i've laid eyes on all week
A man and a woman, and i use that term only to specify gender, not to give any impression of class... gunt hanging out of her sweats, followed by not one, but six small children. All couldn't be older than 3 or 4. They were shuffling round, doing a half assed job of keeping their brood of sexual faux pas in some form of herd. She did not look human to begin with, but my word... think of pumping out that many kids in a short space of time. Her insides must be so ragged by now I’m sure a fox could hide up in there... probably drawn in by the smell of rotting flesh
Thursday, 18 June 2009
Tuesday, 9 June 2009
Comms black out
Sorry for the silence boys and girls... Apart from friday nights mischief, i've had to be a bit of a shut in. Bit of an odd start to the weekend though. Working a front desk has taught me just how loose peoples grip on reality really is. Aparently there are many out there who believe if they get discount 1 month, they should get it EVERY month, and will stand there and try and argue the point for a good minute or 2 despite the massive queue behind them. Arguing. For 2 minutes. Over the difference of the princely sum of £1. And i thought your mother was cheap... cheap like this non-creative, but sadly accurate insult.
So why have i been a shut in? I've had my nose in the books, trying to cram lots of knowledge into my brain. Its not fun. Why? So i can pass my exams and hopefully not work somewhere like this
Faceless office cattle, crossing the t's, dotting the i's, waiting to be culled next time the budget shits the bed
They'll tell you "we're all one big family here at the company" - but as soon as things go south, they'll lawyer up and divorce you quicker than huntley was to find a place to bury holly and jessica
So why have i been a shut in? I've had my nose in the books, trying to cram lots of knowledge into my brain. Its not fun. Why? So i can pass my exams and hopefully not work somewhere like this
Faceless office cattle, crossing the t's, dotting the i's, waiting to be culled next time the budget shits the bed
They'll tell you "we're all one big family here at the company" - but as soon as things go south, they'll lawyer up and divorce you quicker than huntley was to find a place to bury holly and jessica
Thursday, 4 June 2009
road trips and suicide
Ok - well obviously not suicide. Im here. Writing this. Its on the "to do" list for the time being.
I've had a reasonably enjoyable evening. The bands were all decent, although nothing exceptional... the real highlight was watching Hurr headwalk onto a fat crowdsurfers face. This i approve of. 5/5 for effort there. Now, don't get me wrong, its not because i hate fat people (for the record, i do)... but the tubby cunt in question really was a tosser. I can't say i spoke to him personally, but you know the type of person who you can be in the same vacinity as for 2 minutes and think "yeeeeep. Hes a prick" - he was one of them. Prick is probably too kind. Infact, he seemed to be the social equivilant of a used condom. A rapidly cooling sack of jizz. A container of conjealing seed, never to meet any potential. Man fat, without purpose, rapped in latex, disguarded and left to rot in alley. Plus apparently hes rather happy with his hands. Pleasant.
Also - tortoises are rubbish. The minute they fall on their back, they can't get up, and die... kinda like old people.
Maybe when im done with this existance i'll burn in hell alongside hitler, and that chemically-enduced-alopechia cunt goodey - taking turns to babysit for mr cameron til he arrives... yep, scraping a new low there
I've had a reasonably enjoyable evening. The bands were all decent, although nothing exceptional... the real highlight was watching Hurr headwalk onto a fat crowdsurfers face. This i approve of. 5/5 for effort there. Now, don't get me wrong, its not because i hate fat people (for the record, i do)... but the tubby cunt in question really was a tosser. I can't say i spoke to him personally, but you know the type of person who you can be in the same vacinity as for 2 minutes and think "yeeeeep. Hes a prick" - he was one of them. Prick is probably too kind. Infact, he seemed to be the social equivilant of a used condom. A rapidly cooling sack of jizz. A container of conjealing seed, never to meet any potential. Man fat, without purpose, rapped in latex, disguarded and left to rot in alley. Plus apparently hes rather happy with his hands. Pleasant.
Also - tortoises are rubbish. The minute they fall on their back, they can't get up, and die... kinda like old people.
Maybe when im done with this existance i'll burn in hell alongside hitler, and that chemically-enduced-alopechia cunt goodey - taking turns to babysit for mr cameron til he arrives... yep, scraping a new low there
Tuesday, 2 June 2009
Marraige material
So my friend told me about this woman in her shop a few days ago. She was telling off her kid and said to them
"if you don't behave yourself, your next baby sitter will be the mccanns"
I think im in love...
"if you don't behave yourself, your next baby sitter will be the mccanns"
I think im in love...
Monday, 1 June 2009
Why the fuck have i been roped into this
simple
I am the dead weight of a corpse, waiting to donate organs to the needy. My misery keeps you entertained (and lets face it, one of the few talents i have is being able to spin an entertaining yarn about my own self inflicted suffering). So i've decided to start a blog... it would be like unleashing some sort of monster from the writings of HP Lovecraft - a tenticaled mass of teeth and eyes and self-loathing that doesn't conform to euclidean geometry and would probably dent your sanity on
plus a pretty traveling thing asked me to keep her entertained on tour
but im not going start with some long winded rant... lets just start with a low blow:
a miscarriage is gods way of letting you off the hook
bitter and then some
I am the dead weight of a corpse, waiting to donate organs to the needy. My misery keeps you entertained (and lets face it, one of the few talents i have is being able to spin an entertaining yarn about my own self inflicted suffering). So i've decided to start a blog... it would be like unleashing some sort of monster from the writings of HP Lovecraft - a tenticaled mass of teeth and eyes and self-loathing that doesn't conform to euclidean geometry and would probably dent your sanity on
plus a pretty traveling thing asked me to keep her entertained on tour
but im not going start with some long winded rant... lets just start with a low blow:
a miscarriage is gods way of letting you off the hook
bitter and then some
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