it’s that time of the week again kids. the youth of brisneyland are getting ready for the weekend. by tomorrow i should have done about 150% of my monthly target. that is fuckin insane. its great for me bonus wise, but i just hope next month comes good too. a great relief. it’ll hopefully lead into a splindid evening and wonderfull weekend of goodness.
saturday night was crazy. i drank alot. i dance alot, with alot of people. i was a slut. the night overall was a blinder on my behalf, others had issues and just couldnt get the goodness going. admittedly the night started off with a bit of a burden. namely findin out a mate has been fucking a bird i kinda hooked up with a few weeks gone and was interested in (i think mainly because she was hot and was the first bird in ages to show some interest in me). the mix of me feeling naive, stupid, betrayed, havin the wool pulled over my eyes, feelin 2nd best once again, annoyed at the grand shceme of things for lettin a mate get back on the horse who just a week prior broke up with a gf, and here’s me…still… but i guess i’ll just keep on telling myself that i’m better than that and good things come to those that wait. the line is getting a bit old though.
i quashed the feelings, as i was never really in the game, it was never my gaf to start with. it has kinda put a big downer on the old esteem admittedly. endevoured to have a good night and did so.
very broken on sunday morning, checked out the place that ill be housesitting in a few weeks and had some thai with the mate who was mentioned before. and here we are, back at monday.
come on down friday.
i don’t want to let the conspiricy theory machine break me before my night out has begun. i don’t want to do my head in. i just want to relax and enjoy.
on the verge of another weekend. to say the least, the last few have been jam packed full of goodness. i’ve been steered clear of clubs in recent times, tending more to pub and cafe style environments for light night excursions. it’s a refreshing change to be honest, but overall it doesnt come close to a bangin’ night at the grand old girl, family. a massive change in social interaction, including the benefits of mates with single female accomplices has brought a new wave of confidence in myself. whilst like anyone, i feel more proactive to myself and my own cause now. its amazing what just a nice honest smile can do.
it’s strange. i feel like i’ve been here before, flavours of germany seep into the atmosphere, but it also feels like uncharterd territory. the excitement of new social resources and frolicking in fresh pastures is scintillating.
naturally the weekend massif amplifies the crevice of the working week. esteem swells from friday afternoon till the monday morning, untill reality swoops and drags it to the ground. its a real up and down affair, and that takes it out of me. bring it orn.
ferry is coming.
i enjoy my job. its not the best in the world, the pay is abysmal and it’s alot of hours/work for the income. but i still get up in the morning and just do it. i dont mind the people i work with. except the new bird. she annoys the absolute shit out of me. i know its the same with the others, but being a male, i don’t bitch about it openly. i do it on the interweb instead. i don’t really care if she is really a nice person when you get to know her, because, she would still fucking annoy the shit out of me.
Yes! The danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing.
And they’re certainly not showing
any signs that they are slowing!
The past few days have been an emotional challenge.
My head feels like it had a sack of sand in it.
under a direct request from my fellow chump, kewn, i would like to take the time to update you on whats goin’ down in kryz0r town.
the rhymes keep’a flowin’. yo yo.
so like, both of the bossii (plural of boss) are AWOL, MOA or FUBAR or some other acronym, and im all alone at work. the demotivation is rife. the pre weekend buzz in the mall is a dull thud fueled by rum mixer rather than an electric vibe of expectation and excitement. these fucking bogans and their booze. have the no respect for the mall? so im still workin down here at the dome. shit. has it really been 4.5 years?
i have a new hair style. finally broken the habit since 99.
in other news, i just ate lunch.
these days my social circle has broadened from a three musketeer affair to one of amazing diversity and comradery. a new era of fun and relaxation. it makes the weekends amazing and the weeks a drag. many of my new associates will be joining me on the cruise05. oxford st coffee, bbqs, late night escapes to the regatta, crusin the coast. thats whats been going down.
music wise, the streets, the beastie boys, sessions one track 14 from cd 2 and 1-4 on cd one, tiesto dvds.
i find expression via this medium, moreso the audience, extremely restrictive.