I haven't been this bored since I thought working in a phone store was a good idea.
I have also found nothing to fuck this weekend.
Depressing.
Why, when I've miss placed my ipod, do I check the fridge?
Fire.
The crack of a whip.
When I bind a corset too tight.
The feeling of falling in dreams.
When someone pulls my hair.
The full moon.
That rush I get when I see your name.
When I say a word where I have to speak each letter, like your name.
All remind me of you, and some bring a blush to my cheeks.
Some bring a blush to my no-nos.
So instead of an underground orgy rave, where I hear Bjork DJ'd.........n
I went out to a bar called the Conservative Pub.
I'm no-where near conservative.
So I walk in, in skinnies, a tee with gems on it and skulls and shit and my boots, looking like a Topman edition of Brokeback Mountain.
I'm instantly hated.
I discover vodka is £2 a double. £2!!
I'm fucked up, fairly quickly.
A pub crawl ensues across the city.
I'm in my local, I make out with Lisa (The girl in my profile picture, yeah you're jealous) and a couple of guys.
I buy a bottle of champagne, I love champagne.
Then, my fucking retard ADD brain decides champagne is a perfect acompanyment for fucking jagermeister.
I've no clue what else I was doing, the whole night.
But I just pre-ordered my deluxe edition Fable 3 (FUCK YES) and bought twister lollies and Lisa is cooking me Sunday roast.
Fuck yes.
So yeah.
That's my weekend.
Any of you lot even leave the house?
:]
Well, I want to go to London on Saturday for an underground orgy rave.
But no.
I'm at an 80th Birthday party.
Bastard.
On other news.
Fuck you.
Yes you.
Somewhere, on this sad, and blackened little planet of ours.
Someone is sucking dick for some heroin.
Someone is getting raped.
Someone is getting married.
Someone is saying goodbye.
Someone is sharing, that butterfly bringing first kiss.
Someone is being born.
Someone is getting an abortion.
There are, what, nearly 7billion, someones, alive, right now?
Don't you find that odd?
We're like, ants.
Building into the clouds themselves.
We go to war.
We fall in love.
We mourn.
We mourn people we've never met.
We wear clothes made by someone we'll probably never know.
You're reading this, or maybe not, from maybe thousands of miles away.
Oh god.
Even I got bored and Tl;dr
Hang yourself Kennedy.
Hang yourself in shaaaaaaaaaame
Customer - "Why are you even in the customer service trade? Your attitude is terrible, and you're rude, who do I make a complaint too?"
Me :: -picks up an empty pint glass- "this is my cup of caring, as you can see, its empty"
Customer - "You can't say that to me!"
Me :: "Oops"
Low blood sugar, and kareoke make me a very, very grouchy barman.
Also, no google ads, I do not want to fuck real girls or try viagra.
I want to fuck men and don't fucking need it.
There's a girl on the sofa in my pub, giving her boyfriend a handjob.
Pretty sure I should stop them.
But no one wants to interupt that.
No one in this day and age, in a mostly middle class city, should smell as bad as the woman does who's in my pub.
She fucking stinks.
She smells like she died 6 weeks ago.
Its tragic, she's been in here for 2 hours, with 4 drinks, for her and her "friends".
I'm contemplating calling the hospital asking if they've had a break out.
So, for some freaky reason I'm over my ex.
Its taken me like, 3 weeks.
3 weeks of crying, eating my weight in whatever I find and pretty much being a general bastard.
Now I'm freaking horny and ready to start fucking my way through the West Midlands.
I joke, I joke.
I might be into sex, but I'm no common slut.
But I do want me some loving.
I wonder who you've got to be friends with to buy a nuke.
I know where to get a gun.
Though my shot is terrible, give me a bow and arrow anyday.
You'd think I'd miss, when I hit you in the back of the knee.
I didn't miss.
I meant too.
Breaking knees is fucking painful, so I hear.
You know what word is good?
Delectable.
Its so fucking perverted.
How it rolls off the tongue and you have to sound each letter.
Filth.
Christ I'm bored.
Where is my wonderfully destructive Doctor to keep me company when I need him.
It's the strangest thing, leaving the person you love.
You love them, oh god, how you love them.
I'd have given anything to see it work, but, had to leave.
I couldn't see us going much farther than we already did.
We'd hit a wall I guess, and I left him.
But I'm alive.
I've got my friends.
And I've got you bunch of lolcows to keep my ass company.
So, life goes on, I've jumped another shit covered hurdle and come over it.
Covered in shit. But over none the less.
Sometimes I wonder why I check out the diaries daily.
Then a vagina tree pops up, and I'm reminded.
Apart from the emos and the people who should probably be on the sex offenders register.
There are some really funny, sometimes sweet, even on the odd occassion insightful diary entries, that make my morning ritual of reading the shit you lot think is interesting whilst on the crapper, totally worthwhile.
It's always funny how something so small, well, huge, actually and really fucking gross, like, what?
Oh my gosh.
Pure vile.
What the fuck is wrong with you.
Oh my gosh.
Pure vile.
I literally want to puke.
Also.
Well in the mood for some chocolate.
Its nearly the end of my shift.
No, I should not be on the internet.
But I've got the same 2 customers I had in my last entry, and the fridge plans are taking hours!
I am so fucking bored you wouldn't believe it.
Seriously.
2 customers in and I'm making fridge plans.
Fridge plans!!
I hate maths, hand writing and monotonous tasks.
This thing involves all three!
God. Fucking. Damnit.
That shift sucked balls.
The pub was, and still is, dead.
Not even full capacity until 1am.
Not good, not good at all.
Ah well.
I still get paid if there's 1 fucker in :]
My two new gourami's keep spiralling each other, kinda like the usual symbol for Pisces.
This makes me smile.
I kind of wish I knew what gender they were, so I knew if it was courting, or fighting.
I really should go to bed.
But my bed is terribly lonely lately "/
How sad is that?
To nap before the night shift.
Or not to nap before the night shift.
Oh how very mundaine.
But still damn important to my odd world.
If I nap, I may not sleep right after and I'm opening up tomorrow and would like a little sleep.
But what if I'm groggy?
I don't have a till or calculator for the money, I may make a mistake.
Hmmm.
Redbull isn't an option. I'm still trying to kick my 10 can a day habit that made my heart twitch.
Curiouser and curiouser.