Right now i'm pissed right off. im going to be a foul old man.
*50 years time*
Nurse - "mr jones, its time for your daily nap"
me - "shut the fuck up. im trying to watch Television"
actually im quite looking foward to it.
my mother is pissing me off something cronic. you'd think that after all these years of living with a diabetic husband she'd learn that when someone is in a bad mood, it wont be improved by PISSING THEM OFF. i work with her ( well for another week anyway, i quit my job for other reasons) and have to cover the reception when she's out. she'll ring me and say "can you come down and cover". "ok" i say "but im busy, so can you be quick".
i'll put aside the stuff im working on and walk down there only to discover shes not going out, shes hanging around fag-assing about. shes finishing a letter, or finding a file, or reading the paper. then shes finding her keys, putting on her coat, taking sandwitch orders. i've started giving her time to get ready and saying "ok i'll be down in 5 minuits" now, and guess what, 5 minuits later i get there, and SHES STILL FUCKING AROUND.
sometimes to make it even worse she goes out to meet her friend "for lunch" and takes hours and hours doing it. so then i have her boss having a go at me because she's not there, and my boss having a go at me cause i have work waiting.
dont give me the "shes your mother" bullshit, were at work and its a professional relationship. the fact that she does it at home when i'm there is by the by (right just now it took her 45 minuits between saying "im going shopping" and actually leaving. what was she doing? Scrubbing the bathroom blind. yeah, because that cant wait)
and what the fuck is with learner drivers??
i have decided to start writing down the things i hate, and why i hate them. this will be released quarterly as a Zine, hopefully i can get sleep (who did all the 5 knuckle artwork) to illustrate it. it'll be page after page after page of pure hate.
im not well, if you haddnt guessed. i managed to skip the flu and go streight to the water-in-my-inner-ear stage. this is a common side affect of having flu (nope, not had that) or cold (or that either, although i did manage to spend 3 months with an infection eating the back of my nose till i pissed blood out of my face for a week, so maybe i am sick and dont notice it)
so i just get pounding in my ears, i feel all odd and maybe every now and again almost throw up. which makes driving in a crash helmet fun. #
i bought the family guy movie and watched it at my mates on monday. due to exessive laughter we had to rewind the "private cubacle" section twice and "meg entertains the troops" segment 3 times. coffee came out of my nose. you might not think that was so bad but it was still freeze dried.
Halloween in the dings went something like this - i child taking sweets. 1 demand for money, swiftly folowed by taking a massive handfull of sweets. we didnt really dress up (im a punk, i like things blowing up, so i prefere fireworks night) but i was supprised at the massive lack of thought by a lot of people i know who did.
"oh really darling, I Said we should have come as the dracula and his bride, but nooooo, you had to dress up like a zombie. oh god, is helen wearing the same dress as me? this is so embarrising"
i mean come on guys, like, if you have to be a zombie, be origional. howabout the zombie beachboys, or a zombie Dot cotton? i can see Zombie Howard shipman going down a storm, and for a versitile costume get a zombie outfit and add a afro wig. to the young people he's Killer gardener Zombie Fred West, to the old People, Its Zombie Mungo Jerry, out to have a drink have a drive, and go out and see what he can find!! time to get out the sweets. and the cash!
anyway, thank you for listening. sleep well, dont have nightmares.
*50 years time*
Nurse - "mr jones, its time for your daily nap"
me - "shut the fuck up. im trying to watch Television"
actually im quite looking foward to it.
my mother is pissing me off something cronic. you'd think that after all these years of living with a diabetic husband she'd learn that when someone is in a bad mood, it wont be improved by PISSING THEM OFF. i work with her ( well for another week anyway, i quit my job for other reasons) and have to cover the reception when she's out. she'll ring me and say "can you come down and cover". "ok" i say "but im busy, so can you be quick".
i'll put aside the stuff im working on and walk down there only to discover shes not going out, shes hanging around fag-assing about. shes finishing a letter, or finding a file, or reading the paper. then shes finding her keys, putting on her coat, taking sandwitch orders. i've started giving her time to get ready and saying "ok i'll be down in 5 minuits" now, and guess what, 5 minuits later i get there, and SHES STILL FUCKING AROUND.
sometimes to make it even worse she goes out to meet her friend "for lunch" and takes hours and hours doing it. so then i have her boss having a go at me because she's not there, and my boss having a go at me cause i have work waiting.
dont give me the "shes your mother" bullshit, were at work and its a professional relationship. the fact that she does it at home when i'm there is by the by (right just now it took her 45 minuits between saying "im going shopping" and actually leaving. what was she doing? Scrubbing the bathroom blind. yeah, because that cant wait)
and what the fuck is with learner drivers??
i have decided to start writing down the things i hate, and why i hate them. this will be released quarterly as a Zine, hopefully i can get sleep (who did all the 5 knuckle artwork) to illustrate it. it'll be page after page after page of pure hate.
im not well, if you haddnt guessed. i managed to skip the flu and go streight to the water-in-my-inner-ear stage. this is a common side affect of having flu (nope, not had that) or cold (or that either, although i did manage to spend 3 months with an infection eating the back of my nose till i pissed blood out of my face for a week, so maybe i am sick and dont notice it)
so i just get pounding in my ears, i feel all odd and maybe every now and again almost throw up. which makes driving in a crash helmet fun. #
i bought the family guy movie and watched it at my mates on monday. due to exessive laughter we had to rewind the "private cubacle" section twice and "meg entertains the troops" segment 3 times. coffee came out of my nose. you might not think that was so bad but it was still freeze dried.
Halloween in the dings went something like this - i child taking sweets. 1 demand for money, swiftly folowed by taking a massive handfull of sweets. we didnt really dress up (im a punk, i like things blowing up, so i prefere fireworks night) but i was supprised at the massive lack of thought by a lot of people i know who did.
"oh really darling, I Said we should have come as the dracula and his bride, but nooooo, you had to dress up like a zombie. oh god, is helen wearing the same dress as me? this is so embarrising"
i mean come on guys, like, if you have to be a zombie, be origional. howabout the zombie beachboys, or a zombie Dot cotton? i can see Zombie Howard shipman going down a storm, and for a versitile costume get a zombie outfit and add a afro wig. to the young people he's Killer gardener Zombie Fred West, to the old People, Its Zombie Mungo Jerry, out to have a drink have a drive, and go out and see what he can find!! time to get out the sweets. and the cash!
anyway, thank you for listening. sleep well, dont have nightmares.
Have a few beers my friend.
JD