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'My Corduroyed Life' - Mark A's Journal
I'm sat here at my PC...
I'm sneezing like a bitch (and can't work out if it'sa cold or a Hay Fever relapse), and half-naked. I have four teletubby beanie dolls say in front of me and a Jake 'the Snake' Roberts trading card propped up in the F9 - F12 keys. At the side of my desk is a half full box of pringles and a glass of orange juice (breakfast). I'm sat in the lotus position (yes I find that the most comfortable position to sit in) on a half-broke, bright blue, piss cheap, whirly chair thing. I look around and see candles, bottles of booze, framed pictures of Anakin Skywalker; Spike from Buffy; and Legolas, and shit furniture covered with anything from a sarong to an Arabian headdress to a throw in a flat the size of a shoebox that needs to be hoovered. I'm sat here about to roleplay by email (IE: pretend to be an elf, dwarf or halfling) when I haven't ironed my trousers for Monday morning. I haven't done the washing up for three days and there's no way I'm gonna bother doing it until I've got no plates left. I'm skint but am probably going to go out tonight to once again pickle my liver and chase the forlorn hope of bringing back a man that will be something, anything, more than just meaningless sex and another notch on the bedpost. I use the diary on my mobile phone to organise my social life. I'm listening to 'Love Walked In' by Thunder. I have CDs in my collection that I've not listened to for 6 years. I have more hair products in my bathroom than my mother has in her's, despite having a shaved head (me, not my mother). I have three coats: one that's actually a woman's coat, one that I bought because it was corduroy and the other one cost £175 and I'm scared to wear it. I wear nail varnish sometimes. I'm 25 in less than a month and am in a job that I don't even need a degree for, a job I've been doing for over two years.
Do you ever pause, take a few moments, and say: ‘What the FUCK am I doing?’
Then I think to myself... I'm happy. I like who I am and what I'm doing. I overanalyse. Fuck it... let's get pissed, pretend to be an arty farty git when I'm really just a slob, and let’s pretend to be an elf!
Current mood:
happy.Current music: Love Walked In by Thunder.