Look at this amazing beanbag I just bought in Oxfam!even the policeman is nice! it's the world i want to live in!
The first thing I thought as I awoke this morning- after the first first thought which was 'what the fuck? what the fuck is this? is this some kind of joke? what is this life?'- was 'Apprentice, apprentice, apprentice!' so I think I may be mental. It's the hightlight of my week.
look at this!!
I started that post yesterday (weds) but then i was too busy to finish it at work and too depressed to at home.
I am really tired, i have been all week. and i still feel pretty rough too, got some major phlegm going on, didn't help that a student sneezed into my mouth yesterday.
So happy that Philip went yesterday!! Srallen never lets me down. I was worried that Lorraine would go, and vowed never to watch it again if she did.
Shame that Philip went on the week when Lorraine was being a berk, I mean, she is really annoying, they are all really really annoying, but Philip was totally out of control yesterday, he's a prannock, he was like how you are when you're pissed and you persist in an argument, repeating yourself over and over again, even though you can't even remember what it was about...you normally have them with your boyfriend 'yeah but then you said that, i said that, then youu saaiid thatt, but why did you saaay that then? after i said that??' those ones.
Work is driving me absolutely insane. So there's a change. My intolerance levels are rocketing. It is so incomprehensible how so many people can be so rude. people must be so badly raised. bastards.
I'm printing of articles from illicit publications of loose scientific knowledge that says facebook makes you thick/gives you cancer/ makes you fail exams/ makes you socially inept and sticking them up everywhere to scare the children, just out of pure spite.
mmmm delicious spite. I might market it in liquid form, a can of drink, Spite, it would have an almost identical logo to Sprite and would taste the same, but the makers at the factory would have weed in it and sneezed in it and picked their scabs into it, just out of spite to make themselves feel better. I'd be the manager of course, so I could deposit all sorts of things within to alleivate my spite. toe skin, for example. and fingernail underneaths. and whatever is in Rowey's bellybutton. and if a worker crossed me i'd drop them in, like on who framed Roger rabbit.
I am slightly worried that I am slightly slipping into a mad state. I must try and control this.
If i was the kind of person who did yoga, i'd do it. the thing is, the kind of people who do yoga, are like that anyway, they don't need yoga to relax, it's people like me who are perpetually wound into a ball that need yoga, but also who'd never do it.
aah, just had a little break there for some Marzipan Ritter Sport. Things aren't that bad eh?
Oh well, I'll see my counsellor later and see if I can rattle all of my madness out in an hour (HA.)
I think I shall have a leaving party when I go. It is pretty fucking momentous, it's my 27th year in cambridge, and I'm off for the frozen north.
So see if you can vaguely keep June the 12th or 13th free y'all. I have to actually leave the following weekend so I definitely must not get pissed then. definitely.
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