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[05 Apr 2008|12:18am] |
Work is killing me at the moment. In an otherwise calm, clear sea, it is the piss and the cloud, it is the used condom floating in my ether. Tonight was busy, and late, and tomorrow promises to be twice as shit.
Groan.
Somebody called me their "baby" tonight. It was quite sweet, because I can't remember the last time I was referred to with the possessive term of endearment such as that. It's quite nice. Makes me feel wanted. I was quite touched.
My thoughts turn ever more to America. In the time before that, I shall be taking a holiday soon, in May. I desperately need it, and I think i'll be making efforts to go out and find myself a girl. Not easy, because girls and me don't easily gel. It takes a lot more than flirting and all that. Stooopid gender roles.
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[05 Apr 2008|11:26am] |
I was at a key party with a bunch of horses last night. The hoofing was electric. The faces, long. The expressions, souless.
It's Saturday, and i've got another day of toil to look forward to. What about you? Oh yeah? Weekend off is it, you lot? Think of me, when you're off eating scones and staring at a yellow ball, guffing with laughter. Yeah! Yeah, cheers.
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[05 Apr 2008|03:51pm] |
More toiling bollocks. I honestly don't know how i'm going to survive the rest of this weekend, because my mood is very close to breaking point whenever I get near that fucking place. Busy, busy, busy, and more fucking busy. No time to breathe. Tonight there is a table of thirty, plus god knows what else downstairs. All i'm thinking about is Tuesday, and one precious, fucking day off.
I hate it, I truly do.
Gah.
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