The universe has decided to inflict we with an allergic reaction to something. Either that or I've become a top holiday destination for biting insects. Either way my legs and arms are now a mass of horrible itchy flesh. The only way to combat this affliction is to douse them in "Germolene". It removs the desire to scratch like buggery extremely well, but leaves me with a faint hospital smell. Now girls have another reason to cross me off their "Boys I'd like have carnal knowledge of" list Fucksticks.
Thanks goes out to Paul and Martin for lifting the horrendous bad mood I was in all day by starting a conversation about the funniest things Steve Martin has said. Half an hour of quoting "The Jerk" switched my mind set from "End it all" to "hey every thing's all right". Cheers lads.
Tomorrow I'm going to Crewe to see if spending 4K on a computer training course is a good idea. I'm desperate to get the fuck out of my current job and if spending more money is the answer then so be it. Fixing computers isnt what I imagined I'd do with my life, but neither is working in a supermarket. It also means a good chance of getting the hell out of North Wales, a moribund area for anything interesting unless you really like mountains and old people.
The increase in salary is a major figure in this decision as well. Currently I earn less than 10 grand a year, not great for a university graduate. The guys that collect trolleys earn the same amount as me, and I (singlehandedly) run a department. I'd be better off if I knocked some Denbigh skank up and lived off benefits. At the moment that would be sensible career move, free money and some loving from an inbred hick. Yeah its that bad.
So much terrible frustration at the minute. Thankfully Sunday night is the first Wilhelm Scream gig this month. Nothing eases my mind more than pogoing like an idiot. And I get to do it again on the 30th. Some people bottle up their anger, I go to punk rock gigs.
Heres some scenes from "The Jerk"
Thats all. bye.
Thanks goes out to Paul and Martin for lifting the horrendous bad mood I was in all day by starting a conversation about the funniest things Steve Martin has said. Half an hour of quoting "The Jerk" switched my mind set from "End it all" to "hey every thing's all right". Cheers lads.
Tomorrow I'm going to Crewe to see if spending 4K on a computer training course is a good idea. I'm desperate to get the fuck out of my current job and if spending more money is the answer then so be it. Fixing computers isnt what I imagined I'd do with my life, but neither is working in a supermarket. It also means a good chance of getting the hell out of North Wales, a moribund area for anything interesting unless you really like mountains and old people.
The increase in salary is a major figure in this decision as well. Currently I earn less than 10 grand a year, not great for a university graduate. The guys that collect trolleys earn the same amount as me, and I (singlehandedly) run a department. I'd be better off if I knocked some Denbigh skank up and lived off benefits. At the moment that would be sensible career move, free money and some loving from an inbred hick. Yeah its that bad.
So much terrible frustration at the minute. Thankfully Sunday night is the first Wilhelm Scream gig this month. Nothing eases my mind more than pogoing like an idiot. And I get to do it again on the 30th. Some people bottle up their anger, I go to punk rock gigs.
Heres some scenes from "The Jerk"
Thats all. bye.