Promises promises..
Wednesday, 18. July 2007, 18:23:57
This week has been pretty crazy all in all, and it's only Wednesday. First off, Monday morning I was barely awake on my walk into work, and half way up the road I get startled by some guy who suddenly shouts "Mind your own fucking business....NOW!" To say I was a bit perturbed when I looked up to see him pointing in my direction is an understatement. Lucky though, my heart could take the shock, and he wasn't pointing at me. Far too early in the morning to get involved with neighbourly conflicts, but then there were quite a few people about as there always is on that road during the weekday pedestrian commmute to work. I didn't hear anyone scream or shout as I carried on my merry way. How can you get that angry by 8:45 in the morning anyway? Usually takes a day for that kind of outburst, or at least a few straight wiskeys anyway.
Next thing, still on the walk to work, was a bastard seagul and her damn chick. To be dive-bommed by these despicale creatures while you happen to be - like 5 mins walk away from one of their diseased offspring- is not a good way to start Monday morning. I think I actually said out loud, "bugger off, for fucks sake". Clearly the stupid creature hasn't thought to learn english.
Tuesday, I felt like someone had taken me while I slept and thrown me about like a rag doll. One massive headache, stiff joints and a hoarse throat. Great. And I've got one day left of work-maddness (busy time of year) before cutting loose for my annual leave (today -who-ho).
Wednesday, I'm fine, I've been out in the sun and chilled out to music most of the day, and the promise of ill-health was never fullfilled. Well, I can be greatfull for that.
Next thing, still on the walk to work, was a bastard seagul and her damn chick. To be dive-bommed by these despicale creatures while you happen to be - like 5 mins walk away from one of their diseased offspring- is not a good way to start Monday morning. I think I actually said out loud, "bugger off, for fucks sake". Clearly the stupid creature hasn't thought to learn english.
Tuesday, I felt like someone had taken me while I slept and thrown me about like a rag doll. One massive headache, stiff joints and a hoarse throat. Great. And I've got one day left of work-maddness (busy time of year) before cutting loose for my annual leave (today -who-ho).
Wednesday, I'm fine, I've been out in the sun and chilled out to music most of the day, and the promise of ill-health was never fullfilled. Well, I can be greatfull for that.
WIDGETIZE