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| Phew, quite windy out there, scared to open the window in case the hinge breaks and that huge slab of glass falls over my head, it really is too warm in here, it's rubbish. Lad next to me tried to get a secret santa thing going earlier but I sheepishly opted out because I hate it. I don't feel so bad when I can just moan at a receptionist by e-mail when they send a request out to do it, but saying you don't want to be a part of it face to face is a little more difficult. He was fine but then bran flake boy (he's started bringing them in again, so much for just eating them for fucking breakfast at home) pipes up that he wanted to opt out too, but without the pleasantness that I managed. Lad next to me tried to coax him in to it, saying it would only be a fiver but then he has to come out with the 'I can't even afford to buy my wife a present this christmas....' bah blah blah. I don't think it's anyones fault that you have 3 kids and a missus that does fuck all. He gets right on my tits at times. Fair enough, opt out, but you don't need ot bring your we sob story in to it, probably shouldn't have had the kid last year if you are that skint. I had a less successful lift conversation this dinnertime. I wasn't prepared for it, I didn't see her coming but when she was in I knew she was from my floor. 'what floor do you want?' 'same as you!' 'oh yes, of course' .....silence.....play about with bags....silence...'my feet are killing me from walking round shopping' '(smile) errr, been shopping?' 'well, trying to!'. She was laden with fucking bags, of course she's been shopping you spanner. It was all my brain could come up with at the time. It almost makes me retch smelling the 'mr. churro' van in the pedestrianised area of bromley. The smell is just so sugary and ....fucking shit. 'Traditional spanish fritter'. I've never seen anyone buy something from their van. Mind, they sell hot ribena for 80p. Always used to get hot ribena or orange when I was off ill from school. Lying on the settee with a duvet while my mam listened to the eurythmics or queen in the kitchen. There was a group of men on a day trip of some sort, with their handlers, they didn't appear to be mentals but it was hard to tell, they all did have moustaches though, which looked odd. I'm very annoyed about my pants. I wore another pair yesterday and they are just crap. Never be hasty in purchasing pants Graeme. even the material is all wrong, instead of smooth cotton its like a thermaly type weave. This just creates friction on the skin when lying in bed. So I had to take them off. I've never been in to sleeping naked but I thought I would give it a bash. I wasn't too keen, especially as I often get up for a piss in the night which meant covering up on the off chance my flatmate wandered out of his bedroom. It was a relief to slip on some of my favourite pants this morning, nice and tight and the cock and balls kept securely in position with nice smooth cotton. The new ones will be relegated to emergency pants. But even then I have better emergency pants than those. Spinach thai soup from pret - not sure if I enjoyed it or not. Started a new book, the golidlocks enigma - why is the universe just right for life?' It's started off really well, it's the first time I've read some of his stuff and I like his writing style, he slips in the odd comment that makes me chuckle. but he also has a nice sense of wonder about it all, even when he's talking about how amazing it is that blind clunking atoms have spawned a lifeform that can look above ponder it's own existence and origins and even understand how it all works. There's something incredible about that when you think about it, and his writing style highlights that, he's certainly a lot less 'cold' than some science writers I've read. I need a haircut again. Today I am painting fucking fingerprints on to a render of a motorbike with rider. Yes, really, fingerprints. Who the fuck is going to notice this....? | ||
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