It is always funny to see the reaction of co-workers when they see you for the first time dressed in your regular gear and not a nicely ironed business shirt with "normal" hair and no piercings.
They stared at me when i walked in there today, i just had to drop in a do some shit ...write a letter, finish a report and tidy my desk ...i was meant to do it on Friday, but i simply didn't make it back to the office after lunch at the pub.
I found it funny that they told me that my industrial looks painful, i mean ...i doesn't hurt me.
The following are a couple of pictures detailing what i wore to work today, and yes, i do have clothes on and i am not participated in any "socially questionable" acticities, boring isn't it.
I think it also necessary to note that i was quite colourful for a change. It just didn't feel like a black clothes kind of day and incase you were wondering, i did wear shoes to the office.
Just because i am leaving Brisbane everyone is making a fuss...hello people i really don't think i am that special, but secondly...shit, i am only a 2 hour flight away
...it isn't like i am going to Canada; interesting fact, it takes as long to drive to Mount Isa as it does to fly to Vancouver in Canada.
i have found out that although i thought i could remember the night on saturday there are significant holes .... i have a feeling Siara and her friend Cam were there, but it seems like a dream and i can't remember them being there .....couple that with the fact that i can't really remember about 10 people saying goodbye and goodluck to me and it is easy to see i had an interesting night
just makes me wonder exactly just what did i do, and what did i say ....hmmm, i am sure linoleum would have told me if i was bad
It really is strange when i think about it though. My memory of that part of the night is something similar to people just simply vanishing without a word, not even walking out, they were there one minute, and the next they were gone.
it makes me giggle to think about how i was thinking then...or not thinking
Some of you who read my previous journal are quite perceptive ....
i had a blast on the weekend and would simply like to thank everyone for attending the hookup again.
love you guys
hugs are great,
smiles better,
maybe i am crazy
but aren't we all
....and i still can't get the song out of my head
....
That's me on the street with a violin under my chin
Playing with a grin, singing gibberish
That's me on the back of the bus
That's me in the cell
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head
Off to play some netball now ... i love sport
oh, and due to the NQ Cowboys playing inn Townesville this weekend it looks like i may have Saturday night in Briasbane as there is no accomodation for me on friday or saturday night ...gee, what a shame
how good is this shit, 2 non-emo updates in a row
something is making me happy, hmmmm, i really wonder what it could be
I am out
.....ROCKET.....
p.s. Fuck yeah ....
They stared at me when i walked in there today, i just had to drop in a do some shit ...write a letter, finish a report and tidy my desk ...i was meant to do it on Friday, but i simply didn't make it back to the office after lunch at the pub.
I found it funny that they told me that my industrial looks painful, i mean ...i doesn't hurt me.
The following are a couple of pictures detailing what i wore to work today, and yes, i do have clothes on and i am not participated in any "socially questionable" acticities, boring isn't it.
I think it also necessary to note that i was quite colourful for a change. It just didn't feel like a black clothes kind of day and incase you were wondering, i did wear shoes to the office.
Just because i am leaving Brisbane everyone is making a fuss...hello people i really don't think i am that special, but secondly...shit, i am only a 2 hour flight away
...it isn't like i am going to Canada; interesting fact, it takes as long to drive to Mount Isa as it does to fly to Vancouver in Canada.
i have found out that although i thought i could remember the night on saturday there are significant holes .... i have a feeling Siara and her friend Cam were there, but it seems like a dream and i can't remember them being there .....couple that with the fact that i can't really remember about 10 people saying goodbye and goodluck to me and it is easy to see i had an interesting night
just makes me wonder exactly just what did i do, and what did i say ....hmmm, i am sure linoleum would have told me if i was bad
It really is strange when i think about it though. My memory of that part of the night is something similar to people just simply vanishing without a word, not even walking out, they were there one minute, and the next they were gone.
it makes me giggle to think about how i was thinking then...or not thinking
Some of you who read my previous journal are quite perceptive ....
i had a blast on the weekend and would simply like to thank everyone for attending the hookup again.
love you guys
hugs are great,
smiles better,
maybe i am crazy
but aren't we all
....and i still can't get the song out of my head
....
That's me on the street with a violin under my chin
Playing with a grin, singing gibberish
That's me on the back of the bus
That's me in the cell
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head
Off to play some netball now ... i love sport
oh, and due to the NQ Cowboys playing inn Townesville this weekend it looks like i may have Saturday night in Briasbane as there is no accomodation for me on friday or saturday night ...gee, what a shame
how good is this shit, 2 non-emo updates in a row
something is making me happy, hmmmm, i really wonder what it could be
I am out
.....ROCKET.....
p.s. Fuck yeah ....
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ps.. fuck yeh
take it easy mate