I have bugger all to say today. So you can just move along and go onto the next blog. Thank you.
But should you choose to read my random grouchy grumblings, well then, go ahead I guess. But it is all going to be about how useless I am as a sweatshop kid. Honestly, the damn kid never wants to stop eating & drinking & so never has money for rent & he (I?) really need glasses cause everything keeps getting blurry by Day 2. Useless. Bluddy damn useless.
And about how I am watching this useless weather make such a screwed up poor assed attempt to rain. Really. Build some decent damn rain bluddy clouds and just pour down and relieve us all already. Useless clouds.
And how I now have a phone number of a guy in Hillbrow who helps out streetkids. And that there are streetkids of streetkids. Who are clever and cheeky and have fck-all chance in life. Cause that’s dumb useless life. I’d kick it in the shin right now if I could. Bugger.
And I am going to read up on some trauma course done in Uganda through Columbia varsity. Or something. I don’t know. I skim read the email and got bored of the effort of reading. Then I looked at those pathetic clouds again. Bugger it.
But the soup @ Cranks was great as usual. As were the free sugar-empowered shooters cause they love me. Or rather cause I love them & keep them running with my bank balance. And even the convo when the owner told me to sod off already & stop frequenting his restaurant so much as he is trying to get out of the business and doesn’t need dumb supporters of the whole screwed-up game. Clever man. Grouchy like me. I like him.
I don’t think this mood is helped by 3 of my darling good friends all having had CRAP nights last night. Friend 1’s dad is beyond sick and I was trying to help find out names of good cardiologists so she can get him there asap. Fcking life & death rubbish can just play its games elsewhere and not around those I love. Or my other friend just walking around the streets of his neighbourhood late last night cause he had a massive fight with The Hubby. And I was about to fetch him to find a place serving midnight chocolate cocktails when they decided to talk it out. Good. I think. Stupid confused Hubbies. Or that another friend is sitting a million miles away in pain & confusion about why her relationship just ended. Fck it. Where is a private jet when I fkcing need one. Argh.
If any of you who have absurdly chosen to read this far through my random rant actually know me, then you can just keep all the recently exposed info in that last paragraph to yourself. Thank you very much. Bluddy talking people.
At least in 6 hours I am going to be in a massive room of wine & winefarmer & wineselling friends who have come to visit to get me drunk in a very public manner. Sweet of them. And if wine can’t make you happy, at least it makes you one amusing fkcing grouchy person.
Now I am done, so you can bugger off, thank you.
P.S. And now my i-pod just ran out of its half-arsed battery and I am forced to listen to arbitrary convos of my useless colleague. Painful. I think I will throw something at her. Maybe it will help the random irritation that is today.