Really don't want to go, flat is totally foul. Can only imagine what horrendousness will ensue with the flat warming, bunch of people adulating my flatmates no doubt. Everyone is all just so bloody marvellous, while my life is running a spectrum of shades of shit. Its awful, I have been bought up on images of swinging parties from 70s and 80s tv, as well as those diet commercials where suddenly the person has new outfit that they fill to admiration, a lo-cal martini in one hand and a gaggle of admirers around them. How can real life compete when clearly the only way to enjoy a party is to enslave the populus with wit, charm and good looks. If we follow that one to its logical conclusion only one person can enjoy a party at any one time... and that person ought to be me, dash it all.
And no, I cannot possibly believe that my attidude to the world has anything to do with my unpopularity, so don't even bother suggesting it. Alalalala, I am not listening. I don't want to be at work either, especially after being criticised for doing something the wayi was {incorrectly} told to do it. I wonder, will I ever be gruntled? Is that even a word? Will I be spared certain unpleasantnesses that dare not speak their name at the flat? I mean that they dare not speak their name under any circumstances, not just in the flat by the way, but I was too tired to come up with a good way of phrasing it.
Better go and post off my trade me stuff, empire building is wearying work. I glean a certain amount of satisfaction, however, in realising that if you present offal creatively sometimes someone will buy it.
About Me
- M
- Terminally bored and boring librarian just trying to make my way in the world as best I know how. I have many schemes and ideas but lack an army of minions to execute them. I'm a joiner and a quitter, and I watch far too much C4. What more is there to know?
3 comments:
you're right, no-one is allowed to feel bad except you. it would be easier to feel some sympathy for you and show you some support if you weren't so god-damn nasty to your friends.
I was always taught that if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all...but clearly I never learnt to keep my mouth shut enough. Sorry if you feel I have been nasty - but when the only good thing people can think to say about your life is "at least you have a job..." you know you're pathetic.
Yes I know. Life is a shit sandwich, and each morsel tastes much like another. The trick is keeping the unsavory turd down, instead of regurgitating it (however eloquently) all over freaking internet!
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