came and went as did my motivation to post an entry once I crashed through the door. I’m a dummy at the best of times! Toyed with the idea of creating my own blog, on my domain, so incredibly me for better or worse!? But I can’t help but feel the lack of feedback will result in the shortest marriage in history, zero convenience, and the finite death of my writing (murdered in the divorce) RIP 1980-2014 ‘You shall be missed.’
To me that’s the thing, you post online because the only thing you’re certain of is that you want it to be seen. Yes you do, even when you post those curtainless window, private entries your soul loves so much. Tailoring the truth before you go publicly judged! If you didn’t? Then you’d more than likely post on your laptop and let it gather dust on a rapidly decreasing in space hard-drive. Hell, you might even go retro on your blogging and write them with a pen and paper! That’s not what I want so that’s not what I do. Who knows? I’m a Gemini. Maybe I’ll work some of that Problem Management magic on my duties outside of the office? Or maybe tomorrow I’ll repriorities my life, rank this in at #9 and world domination numero uno? It’s my disposition don’t cha know?
Today’s simmering. Put myself in the sunshine and slept like a baby on my favourite patch of grass. That was the half-time show then it’s back to the grind for the concession where I pull rabbits out my ass** making incidents vanish. The only Problems this week’s the waiting game to find out if I’m now the Fixed Income & IT Service Delivery Manager – Incident and Problem (or FI & IT SDM – Incident/Problem Manger, for short) or if I have to wait another 6 months before taking on the position. Seeing as how I waited 10 years to get where I am, even if I do have to wait 6 months I’ll do that standing on my head.
It’s a waiting game for sure but my patience’s still on life-support after being Sweeny Todd in Livingston! Till they realised I’m fried and baked hence not much good for haggis!
More death and destruction. So much blood and guts I’m living my own personal Raid! Woo is me this time when I realised I’d killed Tintergirl’s juicer (you want icing on your cake? It was the 1st time I’d ever used it gahhhhh!) So the orange/satsuma/grapefruit/lime/and kiwi concoction I made cost me an epic failing 48 quid! I’d be scared to use the sandwich maker too if it wasn’t for it being the only other kitchen appliance keeping me from eating take-out 24/7…as opposed to the far more palletable and current 16/7 getting rocked out with my co**ck out? I got the raised eyebrows when Tintergirl noticed me taking my wok and cheese grater back into my room. ‘Why don’t you leave them in the kitchen for other people to use?’ ‘Because I tried that yet despite asking people to wash my stuff up (many, many, MANY times) after use, here I’d come through the door and there’s my shit still requiring of a wash.’ ‘Oh. O.K. Err, that wok though, that’s mine.’ ‘This? No, it’s mine.’ ‘Hmm I must have the same one?’ ‘Highly possible. It’s not limited edition.’
I spent 50,000 hours yesterday clicking on right arrows. I’ve taken millions of pictures in my lifetime but only a handful of shots have caused me to stop and think. I’ve received a few thinkers of course and the customary virtual flirt but there’s no slap and tickle when you exist wearing mittens. So what if you’re naked? You’re wrapped in so many miles that it’s me serving up the eyebrows now.
**Couldn’t find my hat this morning. My bums feeling the impact of a diet consisting of Old McDonalds farm..
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