I know I promised.
It was a promise to me ... so does it really count if I broke it.
When I'm stressed I need to blog.
Guess what ... I'm stressed!
Did you see it coming.
I realise that in my life I need an outlet. So this is it... enjoy.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Friday, October 31, 2008
Blogging
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
What is wrong with this Blog...?
Sometimes I wondered why I bothered starting to blog again.
I have neither the material nor the time to fill it.
The problem with being out of university and in the real world is that I have very little time to myself. This means that I just don't get time to think for myself, read papers or feel passionate about anything except getting more sleep. Plus there's very little drama in my office so there's no good gossip to report.
There's a certain liberty you have in life. You spend time with people you choose to. Sure you don't choose your workmates but lets face it, workmates hide their personalities to a certain extent.You don't get to know someone's personality unless you work closely with the person.
At university, personalities are everywhere. You have no choice but to see them; clashes are bound to occur. That provides fodder. And whilst I bagged it at the time. I really miss the personalities and the clashes. I loved hearing about people's lives, mostly because they were so different to mine. Work is boring. Everyone is like me, we get up go to work, work, work, work and then go home in time for a quick dinner, bed and then more work. I think I need a holiday.
I have neither the material nor the time to fill it.
The problem with being out of university and in the real world is that I have very little time to myself. This means that I just don't get time to think for myself, read papers or feel passionate about anything except getting more sleep. Plus there's very little drama in my office so there's no good gossip to report.
There's a certain liberty you have in life. You spend time with people you choose to. Sure you don't choose your workmates but lets face it, workmates hide their personalities to a certain extent.You don't get to know someone's personality unless you work closely with the person.
At university, personalities are everywhere. You have no choice but to see them; clashes are bound to occur. That provides fodder. And whilst I bagged it at the time. I really miss the personalities and the clashes. I loved hearing about people's lives, mostly because they were so different to mine. Work is boring. Everyone is like me, we get up go to work, work, work, work and then go home in time for a quick dinner, bed and then more work. I think I need a holiday.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Saturday, February 02, 2008
Updates
Life hasn't changed much.
- the fish slowly ate each other. There was a sole survivor. I would never have picked that fish to be the murderer - read: I got outsmarted by a fish;
- I managed to secure a job that pays a decent wage and yet I still have only $1.80 in my bank account; not much changes
- I moved house and cities and yet I still have a neighborhood crazy lady. Yesterday she tried to convince me that my kitty-cat (and all cats) should be kept inside. She was horrified that the cat could get out of the yard. Considering the gate remains open and there are massive holes in it I would have thought that would be obvious to her. The people who lived here before we (Best-Friend-With-Benefits, myself and our two lazy house mates) moved in had a Rottweiler, a Cat and a Bird. I'm wondering why the crazy lady isn't relieved.
- My birdy passed away. The death appeared natural and it was 13 years old .... I'm blaming the cat anyway. Little does the cat know I plan on getting a puppy so I can watch it torment the cat; payback's a biittch
- The crazy lady gave me a handbag she was about to throw out (perhaps she has seen my bank account). I accepted it out of pity but now I'm wondering how I get rid of the damn thing without insulting her - even though I would really like to annoy her so much she never speaks to me again;
- A good friend of mine is in a lesbian relationship. She has been seeing her partner for about a year but hasn't told anyone about the true nature of the relationship (she has previously dated men). Her parents are blind to it - they are just happy she has an new best friend. I want her to be happy and she is the happiest I have ever seen her - for that I'm thrilled. But it says a lot about our relationship that she doesn't feel the need to truly introduce me to someone who is obviously very important in her life. I'm feeling just a little lost;
- I'm no longer addicted to Red Bull - I've upgraded to stronger stuff - ROCKSTAR. Sleep is for losers.
- I've decided not to try to clean up my act - I'm enjoying this act far too much. ;)
- It's good to blog (get the hint Gordo)
I can feel it coming in the air...
First post in a long time.
It's been coming for a while. I feel the need to blog.
It's been coming for a while. I feel the need to blog.
- Britney is committed; can I come too?
- I've still not cleaned up my act;
- I actually got a job (one that pays); and that is all I'm going to say on that topic!
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Updates
- My fishes are vicious little things. They are slowly destroying the tank. Today I noticed the smaller fish is missing - I have theories but nothing I can prove. Also they have managed to pull the heater off the side of the tank. Given that it's secured by two suction cups I think they have achieved a fair bit - the heater could have come off without assistance but given the missing fish I doubt it. I have theories on who is responsible but I can't prove any of them;
- I've decided my GP, [Baby Botox], is no fun at all. He listens to my confessions about my lifestyle and suggests that Botox might hide the effects of that lifestyle. The problem I see is that he is supposed to look out for my best interests and one would think that would be saving my liver and my money. It upsets me that I recognise that I'm slowly killing myself yet I don't do anything about it;
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