Is it possible to loose the will to live so many times in one week? I've started my new job and it seems to consist of a lot of business-speak and sad scared old people and young people trying to kill themselves. Can't say I'm enjoying it, and they've taken away my bike at the newsstand and now I stand.
Good things on the other hand: The weather has been nice and hot, found a nice garden centre and got some herbs, saw some friends over the weekend, got to pose for Hugo's summer school, and I had a big fat bumble bee bop me on the nose - which was funny.
Bad things: Well like I said this is going to be a quick post so I'll have to go into it all another time. Though I do think this man who looks like a genie has put a hex on me because I gave him an evil look when he littered and then he seemed upset that I then didn't want to talk to him about the book that I was reading but I had been perched on a bike for two hours surrounded by obese people scrafing Mc Donald's, smoking, littering, and kicking pigeons - in what I like to call Hey-Early-Death-Market - and didn't feel like talking to weirdos.
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