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i'm bored. i just had a terry's chocolate orange bar to try and cheer myself up but it's failed.
there's a door behind me.
that's YOUR problem. It's just who I am.
can we change it to a thread about people who say 'at the end of the day' or 'I literally (did something, thought something)'
but I think it's your turn
but i can't get on it at work :( so you may have to wait for a week before you get anymore reece action
and so i have no right to be here.
What are you going to do about it? yeah i thought not.
People like Jade Goody and Charley of Big Brother fame should be rounded up and kept in some kind of high-security prison, like Big Brother but with less food and no-one watching except horny guards. Only then will I be happy.
you just did but just to illustrate that you don't but did but [tsar bomb]
Uh. It's a dream, and now I've realised it's a dream it's no longer a dream. Blink, shift around a bit, mmm cool spot, fair old half on, do I have the time or the energy...? No. No I don't. Get up, it seems to get harder every day, surely not everyone experiences this amount of pain every morning. Pull on trousers, socks mmm well I've only worn them twice before they'll be fine. Which shirt should I go for, high powered blue or innocuous white? Not really white but fuck it if they want white white they should pay me more than six quid an hour. Hello Mr. Mirror. Smile Mr. Mirror oh god that looked horrible. I suppose if I don't turn sideways and I suck...in...like...so it's not too bad, still look like a chipper young indie kid who's doing a 9-5 job but in an ironic fashion. Definitely. Down hall bannister still knackered, one day I'm going to fix it and if I keep telling myself that every morning one day I will. No time for teeth, quick assault on mount blackhead, quick dab with a cloth, quick roll with deodorant, god this stuff smells vile but I suppose it's better than going around with big sweat patches like some sort of sexual pervert. Do people really notice? I don't think I have ever noticed anyone else's sweat patches. Perhaps that just makes it even more noticeable and horrible if you do? Come on, concentrate, you've scanned the living room three times now and your shoes and satchel are right there, you fucking imbecile. Maybe this is the onset of senility, I'm sure I wasn't this fucking dull when I was 18. Through door, oh good it's grey and now I must rush if I'm just going to miss the train. Shit forgot my lunch and Zen, oh well this'll be another day without any recompense whatsoever. Who's this coming down the road, vaguely recognise you but not sure from where, pretend not to have seen her until she gets close, nod and smile and pass, excellently orchestrated piece of social decency that, just like real people. Look at phone shit should I run? Don't feel like running, but I can't keep coming in late, my sheepish good-hearted grin is losing it's effect on Randall, there may be a talk in the pipeline and oh God I don't want to hear it. No, no the train hasn't arrived, there is a God! A small, petty God but a God nonetheless. Should someone who is always claiming he is an atheist think things like that? Here comes the train, stand straight, let a few people get on first just to be decent about it and then- elbow- there, nicely done, got a seat. Oh great now a girl has sat down beside me, and- quick nonchalant glance- yes, she's pretty. Now the whole ride's going to be really awkward, bunch legs right over so they're not touching. I must look a complete state, I can feel a ripe bastard coming up on my jaw, one of those deep ones that're really painful and don't burst satisfactorily. God I wish I had my music.
Glen_Chap is not a cunt and I'll fight anyone who says otherwise. Even roasthemonaspit.