Bulletin ASOPVCJWPB/2/A
Bank holiday weekend over in a blink.
Gave my old banger Marvin a lot of love. He'll let you down but God he looks good.
That dull sense of seeing out days hanging over me still. Need inspiration. Or just a warm smile and a cuddle.
On a course today, 'Influencing People'. Yeah. Right. The 'tache on the instructor kept me amused but, you know, watch that clock. A walk around town in lunch confirmed what I suspected: I'm an alien in someone else's town. I can't speak anyone's language.
Still a day not in that hellhole job is...good.
Need to stop pretending it's still winter and take off some layers. It's a problem though when you're the size of a thimble and about as charasmatic. Thought I'd start with a shave, had 2 compliments on the face hair which is 2 more than usual but the right person didn't say anything.
It aint much but I miss Victoria.
...end of bulletin.
Song for the day
Metric 'Stadium Love'
Bank holiday weekend over in a blink.
Gave my old banger Marvin a lot of love. He'll let you down but God he looks good.
That dull sense of seeing out days hanging over me still. Need inspiration. Or just a warm smile and a cuddle.
On a course today, 'Influencing People'. Yeah. Right. The 'tache on the instructor kept me amused but, you know, watch that clock. A walk around town in lunch confirmed what I suspected: I'm an alien in someone else's town. I can't speak anyone's language.
Still a day not in that hellhole job is...good.
Need to stop pretending it's still winter and take off some layers. It's a problem though when you're the size of a thimble and about as charasmatic. Thought I'd start with a shave, had 2 compliments on the face hair which is 2 more than usual but the right person didn't say anything.
It aint much but I miss Victoria.
...end of bulletin.
Song for the day
Metric 'Stadium Love'
...Bulletin # 29568/71/FCSP/5
This is getting too much to be honest. Another bad day? Strike it from the record. Luck escaped in the night.
The shit keeps coming, waves of the stuff. I'm swamped. Drowning in it.
Bad dates. Becoming fluent in them. Cold and dull. Every time.
I felt like I was wearing somelse's skin today, completely at odds with my surroundings, wondering outloud 'what the fuck am I doing here'. This dead end job, dead end life in a dead end town.
I want out but I'm boxed in. This is crazy.
And so it goes on.
End of bulletin...
Song for the day:
Cake 'Frank Sinatra'
This is getting too much to be honest. Another bad day? Strike it from the record. Luck escaped in the night.
The shit keeps coming, waves of the stuff. I'm swamped. Drowning in it.
Bad dates. Becoming fluent in them. Cold and dull. Every time.
I felt like I was wearing somelse's skin today, completely at odds with my surroundings, wondering outloud 'what the fuck am I doing here'. This dead end job, dead end life in a dead end town.
I want out but I'm boxed in. This is crazy.
And so it goes on.
End of bulletin...
Song for the day:
Cake 'Frank Sinatra'
