Tomorrow I turn 30, and the world will suck a little more, I'll be a littler older, a little bittereer and my life will be one step closer to becoming a Judd Apatow movie or something.
Still while I have another hour and 3 mins before tomorrow strikes I can talk about the crapfest that today has been.
Work sucked, we had a lot of stuff come in and got about half done, tomorrow won;t be so bad but it's just craphaving to slog on without a lunch break and no thanks. I work for a bunch of fucking hitlers and were it not for the fact I fuck up my job more often than I should, I can;t really comaplin.
As I left for home I got caught in one of the suddeny heavy torrents of quick burst rain, I get go upstairs, check my emails, things aren't quite so bad as they have been all day, at 6pm I decide to co downstairs and I notice it as I step in the kitchen, my sock is suddenly damp....very damp, there is water on the floor, not a tiny puddle, but pretty much the entire surface area, water has seeped under the back door and the protective bristles...well they seem to have done nothing, I klook for the mop.... it's in the garden.. of course it is, I empty the bucket, bring it in, rinse that sucker down after I had already placed newspaper down, start soaking it and rinising, repeating, then pulling out the heavy utensils like the cooker and washer and dryer, mop underneath those, notice the cooker is a little grimy, so fetch the clearning fluid, and scrub away like no tomorrow because I literally do not want tomorrow to arrive. Eventually end up eating some 90 minutes later.
The worst part of my brithday is that I rweally do no want to celebrate it or enjoy it, the only comfort I find in it is that I am a year older and thus, slightly more susceptible to mortality. I had the same problem with my 21st. the awkward socially inept boy telling his mother and brothers why he wants to stay in and do nothing.. because hea billy-no-mates....eventually I caved and went to a strip clu, I waked about 20 minutes to get there, and the doorman refused me entry, so I just did a u-turn with my best friend and came home. See you build up to something in your head, you buy into an idea and think it might be good and it fails, the moral is never try.
Tomorrow I want to ceelbrate my birthday in the complete anymous sense, but my mom has ordered a cake, she;s putting some food up, and she;ll be inviting our neighbouts and her friends to celebrate MY BIRTHDAY.... this really is the fucking pits.
Still while I have another hour and 3 mins before tomorrow strikes I can talk about the crapfest that today has been.
Work sucked, we had a lot of stuff come in and got about half done, tomorrow won;t be so bad but it's just craphaving to slog on without a lunch break and no thanks. I work for a bunch of fucking hitlers and were it not for the fact I fuck up my job more often than I should, I can;t really comaplin.
As I left for home I got caught in one of the suddeny heavy torrents of quick burst rain, I get go upstairs, check my emails, things aren't quite so bad as they have been all day, at 6pm I decide to co downstairs and I notice it as I step in the kitchen, my sock is suddenly damp....very damp, there is water on the floor, not a tiny puddle, but pretty much the entire surface area, water has seeped under the back door and the protective bristles...well they seem to have done nothing, I klook for the mop.... it's in the garden.. of course it is, I empty the bucket, bring it in, rinse that sucker down after I had already placed newspaper down, start soaking it and rinising, repeating, then pulling out the heavy utensils like the cooker and washer and dryer, mop underneath those, notice the cooker is a little grimy, so fetch the clearning fluid, and scrub away like no tomorrow because I literally do not want tomorrow to arrive. Eventually end up eating some 90 minutes later.
The worst part of my brithday is that I rweally do no want to celebrate it or enjoy it, the only comfort I find in it is that I am a year older and thus, slightly more susceptible to mortality. I had the same problem with my 21st. the awkward socially inept boy telling his mother and brothers why he wants to stay in and do nothing.. because hea billy-no-mates....eventually I caved and went to a strip clu, I waked about 20 minutes to get there, and the doorman refused me entry, so I just did a u-turn with my best friend and came home. See you build up to something in your head, you buy into an idea and think it might be good and it fails, the moral is never try.
Tomorrow I want to ceelbrate my birthday in the complete anymous sense, but my mom has ordered a cake, she;s putting some food up, and she;ll be inviting our neighbouts and her friends to celebrate MY BIRTHDAY.... this really is the fucking pits.