The move is almost here....
It looks like my appetites come back. I don't know if that's my stomachs way of telling me it's pleased with my progress regarding the move, or it just gave in on it's little huffy hunger strike. Fuck you stomach in any case. I'm not your bitch. Just you wait 'til Saturday when I fill you so full of booze you won't know which side of the barn to piss on.
I could go for another massage right about now. That would be nice....sorry, just thinking out loud.
Picking up the flat keys tomorrow and signing the contracts. After Saturday that means no more getting up two hours before a shift starts. No more shitting myself when the guard dog rottweiller down the street sniffs my crotch...although that was a one off and we parted on mutual grounds. But seriously, have you ever looked down to find one of the most vicious breeds of dog sitting there staring at your crotch at 6 in the morning? It's a bit of a buzz kill.
No more having to watch "How to lose a guy in ten days". Man I can't watch that film an eleventh time. Every bloomin time it's on sky my mum will watch it. No matter how much she's missed. Come to think of it, I'm sure Mumbles said he liked the film, so I'm not quite out of the woods yet.
What else? I guess there's no issue about the volume level of porn. Yeah yeah, I know it's a seedy evil subject or whatever, but really, there's just no point if you can't hear it....unless it's a magazine, then I'll let you off. Of course then there's that awkward social situation when you sit there watching the TV, you hear your classic porn groans and then you know someones doing something you don't want to know they're doing. And then, if they've read this, they know you know they're doing said act and automatically think of the one listening, which is jut plain wrong. Yes, porn remains a tricky subject.
Of course I'm only focusing on the positives here. There are far too many negatives and they're all boring as hell.
For those that think I'm stressed out, I'm not that far gone. My pulse is as steady as ever (a curious medical note I'm sure 'cos it never seems to change, even when I got that prank call threatening to come to my house and kill me), and the only reason I mention subjects of note more than once is because of this damn overactive imagination. Damn you brain, another body part I can curse!
I could go for another massage right about now. That would be nice....sorry, just thinking out loud.
Picking up the flat keys tomorrow and signing the contracts. After Saturday that means no more getting up two hours before a shift starts. No more shitting myself when the guard dog rottweiller down the street sniffs my crotch...although that was a one off and we parted on mutual grounds. But seriously, have you ever looked down to find one of the most vicious breeds of dog sitting there staring at your crotch at 6 in the morning? It's a bit of a buzz kill.
No more having to watch "How to lose a guy in ten days". Man I can't watch that film an eleventh time. Every bloomin time it's on sky my mum will watch it. No matter how much she's missed. Come to think of it, I'm sure Mumbles said he liked the film, so I'm not quite out of the woods yet.
What else? I guess there's no issue about the volume level of porn. Yeah yeah, I know it's a seedy evil subject or whatever, but really, there's just no point if you can't hear it....unless it's a magazine, then I'll let you off. Of course then there's that awkward social situation when you sit there watching the TV, you hear your classic porn groans and then you know someones doing something you don't want to know they're doing. And then, if they've read this, they know you know they're doing said act and automatically think of the one listening, which is jut plain wrong. Yes, porn remains a tricky subject.
Of course I'm only focusing on the positives here. There are far too many negatives and they're all boring as hell.
For those that think I'm stressed out, I'm not that far gone. My pulse is as steady as ever (a curious medical note I'm sure 'cos it never seems to change, even when I got that prank call threatening to come to my house and kill me), and the only reason I mention subjects of note more than once is because of this damn overactive imagination. Damn you brain, another body part I can curse!
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