Nice evening. I did some meditating. Got a good book on the subject (finally!) so I don't feel so crap about backing out of those classes. Workshops? Fuck that. Went to sleep very early indeed, but, I don't suppose sleep can hurt. I had a dream where I was on a path next to a field and wanted to climb through the fence for some reason (I seem to recall there were some nice animals on the other side).
The tosspot ad agency fella who is in our office has just parked his arse on the middle of my desk while I was talking to a lad across the other side, so i had to wait for him to get up before I could use my PC again. Cunt.
Anyway, there was a piece of old carpet over the other side, as I was climbing through fence I put my foot on it and it set on fire. I tried to stamp it out but my shoes just started to bubble and melt, It didn't hurt but I was a bit disturbed. Then I woke up.
There was a lump of shit someone had clearly slipped through on the pavement of Bromley High Street. I can imaginne it was amusing viewing watching the person slipping through it. Shame there aren't the dog turd mishaps these days, a piece of comedy taken from our streets (well, unless it happened to me, then it was obviously fucking annoying. But other peoples dog shit mishaps were ace viewing).
A woman trying to push in to the queue in smiths to pay for her paper. Several black looks from people beaming the message 'yes, we are all just getting papers/magazines, so wait your fucking turn' sent her to the back of the queue.
I had a wee before I went out to waitrose. unfortunately some got stuck in the tubes so when I popped the chap away, the urine made itself known. I'm wearing mid grey trousers, a blotch appears. Fucking hell. My t-shirt isn't long enough to cover it. I try activating the hand dryer but I can't get my groin close enough and any attempt to do so would look weird if someone walked in. I just have to kind of walk with my arms unnaturally flopping around in front of me. Even in the outside air it isn't drying quick enough. The whole waitrose experience has to be done with the basket held in front of me, which is certainly not a manly way to hold a basket. Went to the check out and it was the older woman who often reads my t-shirts and makes a comment. I have a Buck 65 t-shirt on today which is just covered with boxes with 'mt. -fucking- uniacke' written in them. I feel like I have to try and hide this so sort of stand side on ish with one hand over my chest and the other one in front of the groin area. I must have looked a bit weird to anyone who noticed me stood in this odd way. Speaking of which, there was a girl walking round Waitrose (late teens early 20's) with her hand down the front of her elasticated waist jeans, in the groinal type area. odd. I thought that for someone of that age, elasticated jeans probably mean she has something wrong with her but it was obviously apparent.
Walked back covering my groin and after eating my rice it had mostly gone. Next time pissing, make sure the pipes are fully drained before popping the cock away, Graeme.
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