I'm at work right now. I'm pretty proud of myself, AAB, £18k job, car on it's way, Reading Festival next week... Hell, I'm not even wearing a suit today! But I'll come to that later...
I haven't written much about my job yet. Not that there's much point, hardly anyone reads this blog anymore; It's funny how people stop caring when you're no longer forced into close contact with them, day-in, day-out.
By some incredulous coincidence this morning, I wound up sitting opposite Kirsty Ellard on a train - it was a surprisingly pleasant encounter.
I decided earlier that I'm regressing to teenage-angst mode, because this job is completely draining me. I mean, I know I'm technically an adult an' all that bollocks now, but come off it, I'm clearly a big kid. I can't be dealin' with this commute, suit, 9 - 5, Monday - Friday, fantango. In fact, forget age, I'm supposed to be ANTI-establishment (even though I am fully aware that entire concept is totally ridiculous)... I have sold out.
I can't complain too much; everyone here is really nice... And I am writing a blog on my lunch break. It's dress-down Friday, so I'm nice and scruffy, too. Matt raised the point that if we can stand to be not-smart one day a week, why do we need to be smart at all? I think it's just to keep the employees happy. A happy worker is a busy worker, etc.
Music sounds so much better to me now that my life seems so boring. So at least something good is coming from it. Boring isn't even the word for it. ARGH, it sucks that I need money/have irritating/poor parents.
I think I'm gonna go to Amsterdam in early September to take the edge off. Not that I should be using my holidays up this soon, but I'm not organising the trip. I wish I was cruisin' with BEAT in the WAGN right now so very, very much. This blog is too long, and, like I said, no-one seems to read them anymore. Harry, Tom, Matt, Jenni, Faye, Jordana and Greg are the only people who read it, I think (PROVE ME WRONG! LEAVE A COMMENT, SUCKER!).
I'M SICK OF WRITING EVERY SONG ABOUT YOU!
I wish I had a guitar here.
The other person who reads this is me; I read my own blogs I get so bored, how sad is that? I wonder if any system administrators are watching my screen right now... I wonder if they're reading this. I wonder if they are enjoying it.
Live long and prosper.
(This doesn't appear to be publishing, so I'm going to e-mail it home and put it up later; I spent too long on it to just discard)
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6 comments:
faye you're a sellout. I'm having a fabulous time at jack's. Thanks jack (Thack). Although Jack is completely conked out on the sofa. sellout.
Jenni xxxxxxxxx
i would've been reading this, were it not for three weeks in oblivion, but really neither of us care much for explanations, so i'll dive straight in.
listen to 'when you wish upon a star' every morning, 'in the mood' at work, '303' in the evening and 'that's life' at night. brush all the shit and bad feelings off and remind yourself how sweet life is, for every day is magic and exciting, even if that's only obvious for two minutes. in the words of crispian mills, "hard times, well all i know is that, dark times, gotta let it go because i got my friends and i love my friends right to the end", and i can see you're lucky enough to have friends like that around you, no matter how many or how few. they don't need to be with you every second for you to appreciate them.
"it sucks that I need money/have irritating/poor parents"
most of us are going to always need money but the saying we're now so desensitised to, 'money can't buy you everything', is oh so true. we'll probably be surrounded by irritating people through our whole lives too (though i still love your mother so disagree with you there) but for every yin in this world there's a yang. if you got on perfectly with absolutely everyone you'd end up resenting mankind. for every person you find irritating, there's a person you enjoy being around. there's good and bad in everyone's life - they are simultaneously opposing and complementary to eachother - but whether you live with optimism or pessimism is all a matter of perspective. take the high road dude, you've got a good life.
i am also going to amsterdam in september
SNAP my bro biznitch
jordana you're a fag. work sucks, you're so sensitive i am i am a machineee. this lav grrrl is too rational and emotionally balanced to be a normal person i dont like it, why isnt she fucked up like the rest of us i dont think shes real or at least dosnt live by what she says in these comments becasue what she says is too straight forward, just and obviously practical for an imperfect human to do and comprehend. jack you are in the system now but you dont have to be a 'slave to the competitive capitalist dogma that we spend every moment of our waking lives BITCHING about'"You're free to whine. It will not get you far. I do just fine, my car and my guitar. I'm proud of my life and the things that I have done, proud of myself and the loner I've become."
ariege what the fuck? put the "gay" prefix on your name and go and give brick courses to the unpriveledged
work sucks, work sucks,
farmer plucks, farmer plucks,
chickens...
xxx
butt plug
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