| 5 entries | | |  | | | | Social Situations | wrote | | Im shit at them.
I will sit there and do nothing in the fear of rejection instead of actually talking to someone and getting a bit of the oooh laa laa so to speak.
I don't know why this is, it isn't something I have worked on being shit at, actually it isn't something I have worked on at all - hmm maybe that is the route of the issue.
Ah well, Im sure I will still carry on in my mute ways, achieving nothing and wanking through my tears to some random porn online... | | | | | Slow people on the underground | wrote | | Now getting about on the London Underground is bad enough but slow people make it that little bit worse.
On the way home today I missed the tube and had to wait an extra 2 minutes because some decrepid had to hobble down the middle of the steps.
Use the handrail love, they are there for people like you. | | | | | Work makes you tired | wrote | | especially when you were under the illusion you were in for a doss day.
Nothing of the sort, blimey just about to settle down with a cup of coffee and I was sent out with one task to complete. 5 hours later I return having done 3.
Ok I suppose its not a bad return for the day and I probably achieved more than anyone else today, however it is the reason why I am now sat in bed at 6 in the evening struggling with the whole keeping the eyes open scenario.
I guess I have earned my beers on | | | | | My type of woman | wrote | | I have been asked many times what my type of woman is.
This is a hard question to answer really as to be honest I don't really have a particular type, this is probably translated into having no standards but hey I don't really try so you can't complain.
Now there is one rule really, well two actually - no drugs, no kids.
Two separate conflicts of interests, drugs is self explanatory, and I have no interest in children. Sounds harsh but hey you can guarantee Im not some sort of Peado... | | | | | The riddle of the magic pockets | wrote | | Im not joking, everytime I seem to put any form of paper money in my trouser pockets, it dissolves.
I mean come on, I know I was sat in the pub BUT I didn't move from the chair. Then the moment I have a dig about for the £20 I had saved for the kebab shop on the way back, it was gone.
My work trousers are the same, fukkin lost another £20 out of those too, on two separate occasions... | | | | | 5 entries | | |
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