woke up today at about 7.30, i say 7.30 but it took me about an hour to actually move myself. had a rock hard boner and felt the need to get rid of it about half an hour before i started work; my dad walked in on me halfway through, i had to stop and collect my thoughts together and finish off. forced myself out of bed and whacked the same clothes on as the day before, they’re my work clothes but i wish i could be arsed to make the effort. my hair was a right mess, i’d washed it the night before and this morning, i looked like a member of the kooks. my hair finally fell into place, after fifteen minutes of straightening, hairspray and messing it up with a towel. struggled to find my keys, i wonder why, i have about four thousand of them. cleaned my teeth and thought i looked quite sexy. when don’t i think that? walked down to work, sat about in my office for abit thinking of something to do. printed off some reports and started working on the new rota; i think i used about 300 sheets of paper today. what a waste of trees. searched on google for how paper was made. apparently it’s pulp from trees just bashed down alot. i learnt something new and i was pleased. the rest of the day at work went pretty fast, got home at about 5 and sat down on the sofa. checked facebook/myspace and then did abit of reading. decided to go down to the shop because i needed a drink, saw a friend of mine i used to work with. we fell out when i was there because apparently i was too lazy and didn’t do what i was supposed to. she was right but i still kicked up shit about it. i think i spent more time in the manager’s office than working. i called her over and we exchanged apologies, you could sense the insincerity of the whole process. i didn’t really want to be nice, i just wanted to talk to as i walked to the cash machine. fell up the stairs into the shop, must have looked like a right tit. there’s something about corner shops that makes me uncomfortable, i think it’s the pressure to buy something or the fact i’m deemed a youth means that i’m liable to steal something. got back home and started watching the football. i’m a sunderland fan, we needed to win to guarantee a place in the league next season. we lost. i’m fucking annoyed. i’m going to go to bed and repeat what i did this morning. best way to knock a guy out. laters.
Posted on Monday, 18 May 2009
