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I saw this near work today and it made me laugh. What would this world be without camera phones and photoshop?
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[21 Aug 2010|07:16pm] |
My work... Not so fun when you are in charge.
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[08 Jun 2010|02:35pm] |
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Things have been odd since I have been taking those pills. Adipose, it said. Was supposed to be the be all, end all diet pill. It sounded great on the advert. I've been taking them a few days now. Yeah, I feel better. Much better. New lease on life and all that shit.
Still, I can't sleep. The bloody security alarm at my flat goes off. It keeps going off, every night at the same time. Even with earplugs in, I can hear it. I don't have a cat or dog, nothing to set the thing off. I haven't slept one night straight through since I've been taking the pills. It's the oddest fecking thing.
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[13 Apr 2010|09:54am] |
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So... I'm home. Back in Cardiff after everything that has happened. Have to go back to work, act like nothing's happened. It's odd. Something very hard to do, that's for sure. Work didn't actually start back up till today. The company wanted to give the families time to recover. And anyone who wants to use their vacation time, it's been green lighted. I even offered to take up some drives so that it could be green lighted. These next few weeks, I'll be working a lot more than I normally do. Probably best, anyway. Keeps my mind off things.
How do they do it? I don't... I don't really know. I wish that I did. They go about and save the world, time and time again. And then... nothing. Back to regular life. Unlike Scooby Doo, they don't get to tell people. They don't get the credit. Half the world won't even remember what happened the way that it did. It's... It's confusing to think about. And, a little heartbreaking as well.
I don't know what all happened back in London. Something happened. It's over. I know that much. Cardiff was a nightmare. I came home to be here. I wasn't doing fuck all of good up there. Sure, I can drive. And I can steal things. That's about all I was useful for. So I came back. Helped an aunt I had hide my nephews. Got beaten up pretty good in the process by some men in fatigues. Still, I did something.
It still is heartbreaking to think about. I probably said that already. Everything is a bit of a ramble or a blur. Our government was willing to kill innocent children. Some for the sake of many, people would say. It doesn't matter if it's an honor student who aced their levels or a kid who might hang around on a corner. They're kids. They have their whole life ahead of them. Family or no family. Yet, our government didn't give a toss. I just can't wrap my mind around that. Kids are kids.
I'm a little more depressed today. This time even the lager doesn't dull it.
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[30 Dec 2009|12:05am] |
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I don't know what's going on anymore. I feel like my life is one big blur. Or perhaps it's one big pile of shite. One minute, everything seems to be going good. The next, it's all a bit downhill. It really upsets me. Have you ever had that, a moment when it all just seems to go to crap?
I am staying at Banana's flat for the moment. And I bloody hate it. It's rubbish here. It's a mess, things everywhere. I was never a 'neat' person, but living here makes me think maybe I was. And it lacks a woman's touch. It lacks *Gwen's* touch. And where the fuck is she, really? Well... I know where she is if she's not here by now. Oh sure, we'll talk after she gets back from London. Pretty long bloody trip. That... That fucking bloke in the swishy coat charms her away from me. I stick by her with her long work hours, her never being home, and this is how she treats me? Saunters off with Captain Teeth? I've loved her since university and now? Now I feel like why bother... I thought she was so different.
Then there's work. I hire a new girl, and on the day she's supposed to be there, bloody Andy shows up to tell me she was attacked! Some rabid dog or some shit. Tomorrow, I'm going to go visit her in the hospital. I want her to know that her job will still be there for her. Still... That was NOT something planned.
What else could fucking go wrong?
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| OOC Bitches! Friends Only |
[01 Jul 2008|01:38am] |
For all your plotting needs...
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