I just wasted twenty minutes looking for a decent photo of me, they dont exsist. When someone takes a photo of me for that split second I'll like it and then every second that goes by afterwards I will dislike it more and more.....ha!
I worked out that work was unfair today. I't just suddenly came to me, you work for 5 days and get two off?!?! What the fuck is that about? I want to work 5 and get five back. But hey....not much I can do about that. Unless I invent my own days. I will Call them 'Smonday', 'Werthsday' and 'Fraturday' they go after (Surprisingly) Sunday, Wendnesday and Friday. In the like 15th century or some shit they had 130 something bank holidays a year in Rome. May is good for bank holidays though as we do get two.
Big brother starts tomrrow, I'm prpepared for it. I hate it but its like car crash TV you have to watch it. Does that mean that I like it though?
I want a fucking cigarette. I don't need one. I just want one. I'm thinking way to much at the moment. My brain is on constant overdrive. Nothing in particular and certainly nothing important...oh no brain that would be to usefull....just pointless stuff that I then think to much about and go into stupidly high amounts of detail over.
For example:
Last week I was standing outside the service entrance at work with Brian he was having a cigarette, I got thinking wether if some of his ash floated into the nearby armed police's barrel attatched to his gun, could it possibly go off? I know that is Highly Highly unlikely but could it? And if it did and shot me in the leg and ricoched off my shin bone up into my lungs who would get in trouble? and where could I stand to prevent this from happening. I found the perfect location. and now thats where I stand wondering if anything else could get me there and I came to the conclusion that it could. If a dead parachutist was gracefully falling from the sky and floated towards my building and the top floor had there window open his parachute could get caught on that and his legs would then concequently swing into my face possibly breaking my nose and giving me a headache? See I think waaaaaaaaay to much about pointless really really really pointless shit.
I'm going. I just quickly re-read that whole shit. I crack myself up. I'm honestly not that weird or odd I'm fucking tired and its the end of a gruelling fucking week.
Goodnight.
I worked out that work was unfair today. I't just suddenly came to me, you work for 5 days and get two off?!?! What the fuck is that about? I want to work 5 and get five back. But hey....not much I can do about that. Unless I invent my own days. I will Call them 'Smonday', 'Werthsday' and 'Fraturday' they go after (Surprisingly) Sunday, Wendnesday and Friday. In the like 15th century or some shit they had 130 something bank holidays a year in Rome. May is good for bank holidays though as we do get two.
Big brother starts tomrrow, I'm prpepared for it. I hate it but its like car crash TV you have to watch it. Does that mean that I like it though?
I want a fucking cigarette. I don't need one. I just want one. I'm thinking way to much at the moment. My brain is on constant overdrive. Nothing in particular and certainly nothing important...oh no brain that would be to usefull....just pointless stuff that I then think to much about and go into stupidly high amounts of detail over.
For example:
Last week I was standing outside the service entrance at work with Brian he was having a cigarette, I got thinking wether if some of his ash floated into the nearby armed police's barrel attatched to his gun, could it possibly go off? I know that is Highly Highly unlikely but could it? And if it did and shot me in the leg and ricoched off my shin bone up into my lungs who would get in trouble? and where could I stand to prevent this from happening. I found the perfect location. and now thats where I stand wondering if anything else could get me there and I came to the conclusion that it could. If a dead parachutist was gracefully falling from the sky and floated towards my building and the top floor had there window open his parachute could get caught on that and his legs would then concequently swing into my face possibly breaking my nose and giving me a headache? See I think waaaaaaaaay to much about pointless really really really pointless shit.
I'm going. I just quickly re-read that whole shit. I crack myself up. I'm honestly not that weird or odd I'm fucking tired and its the end of a gruelling fucking week.
Goodnight.
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Big B is so so shit I hope u aint started watching. I have once and wont again it has reached new lows. I am really felling pretty confident I'm not gona do the usual and slowly get sucked in cos I hate every1 on it. That said thats what normally makes me watch.