Tuesday, June 28, 2005


001: WILL THIS TUESDAY NEVER END?

So here my journal begins, on a Tuesday nite when it's quiet at work. This day is dragging, like some kind of psychadelic iguana, dragging it's lazy carcass over some neon rock.

Today began like any other day. A nauseating morning involving my typically hasty coco-pop breakfast, followed by a quick shower and then the drive to work in which I furiously smoked three cigarettes in a row.

I work in an office. Doing office-type things.
Right now things are slow.

Lollie is sitting next to me, like some sort of malty-coloured christmas ornament. She's pretty much the only visually exciting thing round here. There's no attraction, she's really more of sister figure. Sister as in sibling. Not like the nun.

I love talking with Lollie. We hate the same things. Plus our days are replete with Simpsons quotes. We just came back from a smoko, coughing our lungs out as we unceremoniously took our seats back in the office.

I'm wearing a purple shirt today.

Right now I'm speaking with a kindly technician. I'm drawing a picture of him in my head. 40-something, maybe a few missing teeth, three kids at home. He has an honest voice. I shall call him Dan. Dan the man.
Honest people are a rarity. Sometimes they're like ravenous goats, raping my brittle little body in the wilderness.

So this is where I am right now. I'm sure I'll have more to complain about.
I'm contemplating changing the names of some of the people in this, there was some....errr...unpleasantness with the last one.

THERE!

There's something I hate!!! When people are arrogant enough to think that I'm writing about them, but I'm not - I'M NOT DAMMIT!!

the end

2 Comments:

Blogger Mel said...

Am I your hero? :)

8:22 PM  
Blogger izchan said...

Found u because of melly.

5:21 PM  

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