1st September 2005
Binges: 1 (pizza and suchlike till was at pop-point)
Cigs: numerous, lost count, can only say full pack is now almost empty
Drinks: 2 (such restraint)
Song stuck in head: Runaway Train - Soul Asylum
my first payday, so naturally, much joy was felt. was also phenomenally unproductive day, morning spent chatting. hoping dont get dooced. flats as elusive as ever. am considering opportuning spanish girl to let me live with her, imagine conversation something like this:
Me: maria, i know this a STRANGE request, but i have this problem [insert bit essplanin job life cat problem etc] so, i know you dont know me at all but can we TRY and live together? you'll save money i promise, and im a great person to live with, and you can kick me out whenever you want. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeese? *bambi eyes*
maria: *shriek* *runs away to call police*
sigh
bought aformentioned pizza dinner for friendses, all ate till pop-point. ditched by supposed best friend - have now come to expect only that and instead of being left bereft had made other plans already and was able to thumb nose at her. must write/talk to her and lay out to her how this relationship looks form my side, crying at departure and saying ive got used to having you around the house dont really constiture friendship.
then again, why bother?
talked to darius out of sheer boredom and desperate waiting for coffee, whch was TWENTY minutes late. began to resemble garfield early morning. not pretty sight.
mad americans, so muhc for civilization and christian souls and the efficiency of disaster management abroad, think we did muhc better wit mumbai flood and no rape and shooting random people. horror story related by sister of rapes in full stadium where people gathered for relief. must begin reading newspaper. as part of new improved lifestly me. maybe kickboxing class with friend. hmmmm possiblities emerge.
plans for tonight (since post morning after) include alcohol and good friends who are leaving for ever. might cry. might not.
the garbage trucks are back, had to drive behind one who refuse to move for long while. have sinking feeling am confirmed hyderabadi driver as now second nature to zip between cars and overtake from left and other such slimy activities.
it being 7 min past work time, orf i go.
Edit: yesterday's garfield is the story of my life.
Binges: 1 (pizza and suchlike till was at pop-point)
Cigs: numerous, lost count, can only say full pack is now almost empty
Drinks: 2 (such restraint)
Song stuck in head: Runaway Train - Soul Asylum
my first payday, so naturally, much joy was felt. was also phenomenally unproductive day, morning spent chatting. hoping dont get dooced. flats as elusive as ever. am considering opportuning spanish girl to let me live with her, imagine conversation something like this:
Me: maria, i know this a STRANGE request, but i have this problem [insert bit essplanin job life cat problem etc] so, i know you dont know me at all but can we TRY and live together? you'll save money i promise, and im a great person to live with, and you can kick me out whenever you want. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeese? *bambi eyes*
maria: *shriek* *runs away to call police*
sigh
bought aformentioned pizza dinner for friendses, all ate till pop-point. ditched by supposed best friend - have now come to expect only that and instead of being left bereft had made other plans already and was able to thumb nose at her. must write/talk to her and lay out to her how this relationship looks form my side, crying at departure and saying ive got used to having you around the house dont really constiture friendship.
then again, why bother?
talked to darius out of sheer boredom and desperate waiting for coffee, whch was TWENTY minutes late. began to resemble garfield early morning. not pretty sight.
mad americans, so muhc for civilization and christian souls and the efficiency of disaster management abroad, think we did muhc better wit mumbai flood and no rape and shooting random people. horror story related by sister of rapes in full stadium where people gathered for relief. must begin reading newspaper. as part of new improved lifestly me. maybe kickboxing class with friend. hmmmm possiblities emerge.
plans for tonight (since post morning after) include alcohol and good friends who are leaving for ever. might cry. might not.
the garbage trucks are back, had to drive behind one who refuse to move for long while. have sinking feeling am confirmed hyderabadi driver as now second nature to zip between cars and overtake from left and other such slimy activities.
it being 7 min past work time, orf i go.
Edit: yesterday's garfield is the story of my life.
posted by MinCat at 10:08 PM
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