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Ok, as you all probably know, I hardly ever write anything “serious”, and what follows is probably why. But, I was bored so I just started writing, and a few minutes later, a very confused me read THIS back. It is short, jumps around a lot and doesn’t really go anywhere but…meh?
HUH!
What a crappy day. Well, what a normal day to be more precise. Same-old-same-old. Meeting after meeting after, yes you’ve guessed it, meeting, and now the same 20-minute drive of seemingly never-ending grey.
Back when I was 20 I was the youngster of a multinational corporation. Full of beans and considered to be a wonder-kid by the then boss. I had so many dreams, dreams of success, wealth, beautiful women and fast cars
Well, 25 years pass and what do you actually get?
The loss of your looks. The sagging of bodily parts. Hair that has desisted in growing from your scalp in favour of more scenic routes, such as from the top of your ears or out of your nose, and a Ford Escort that you bought because it had “reasonable mileage”.
WHAT THE HELL!
Where did he come from? Bloody kid drivers are always cutting me up! They’re just burberry baseball capped idiots the lot of them!
It’s like the world is just out to p*ss me off today. Oh well, I’ll be home soon, yip-e. My dinner had better be ready.
Oh how I loathe walking through that front door these days. Just to see her, standing there, with a nervous, fearful, desperate to please look on her face. Smiling at me, attempting to make small talk in a vain hope that I wont see what she’s thinking, but I can, I can see it in her eyes.
She’s going over everything she’s done and said in my presence that day. Trying to think to herself what it is that could cause me to “snap” that day.
Heh-heh. Daft cow. She has no idea. She doesn’t even realize just how little it has to do with HER anymore…
HUH!
What a crappy day. Well, what a normal day to be more precise. Same-old-same-old. Meeting after meeting after, yes you’ve guessed it, meeting, and now the same 20-minute drive of seemingly never-ending grey.
Back when I was 20 I was the youngster of a multinational corporation. Full of beans and considered to be a wonder-kid by the then boss. I had so many dreams, dreams of success, wealth, beautiful women and fast cars
Well, 25 years pass and what do you actually get?
The loss of your looks. The sagging of bodily parts. Hair that has desisted in growing from your scalp in favour of more scenic routes, such as from the top of your ears or out of your nose, and a Ford Escort that you bought because it had “reasonable mileage”.
WHAT THE HELL!
Where did he come from? Bloody kid drivers are always cutting me up! They’re just burberry baseball capped idiots the lot of them!
It’s like the world is just out to p*ss me off today. Oh well, I’ll be home soon, yip-e. My dinner had better be ready.
Oh how I loathe walking through that front door these days. Just to see her, standing there, with a nervous, fearful, desperate to please look on her face. Smiling at me, attempting to make small talk in a vain hope that I wont see what she’s thinking, but I can, I can see it in her eyes.
She’s going over everything she’s done and said in my presence that day. Trying to think to herself what it is that could cause me to “snap” that day.
Heh-heh. Daft cow. She has no idea. She doesn’t even realize just how little it has to do with HER anymore…
I would remove the word "burberry".
Worrying.
I have no idea if your sense of smell is accurate or not. All I know is THIS came from nowhere, and quickly.
Hmm, I smell unprovoked violence and gruesome murder on the horizon.
Oh please.. write more. It started to get scary..!
Yeah. That just about covers it.
?
Ok, as you all probably know, I hardly ever write anything “serious”, and what follows is probably why. But, I was bored so I just started writing, and a few minutes later, a very confused me read THIS back. It is short, jumps around a lot and doesn’t really go anywhere but…meh?
HUH!
What a crappy day. Well, what a normal day to be more precise. Same-old-same-old. Meeting after meeting after, yes you’ve guessed it, meeting, and now the same 20-minute drive of seemingly never-ending grey.
Back when I was 20 I was the youngster of a multinational corporation. Full of beans and considered to be a wonder-kid by the then boss. I had so many dreams, dreams of success, wealth, beautiful women and fast cars
Well, 25 years pass and what do you actually get?
The loss of your looks. The sagging of bodily parts. Hair that has desisted in growing from your scalp in favour of more scenic routes, such as from the top of your ears or out of your nose, and a Ford Escort that you bought because it had “reasonable mileage”.
WHAT THE HELL!
Where did he come from? Bloody kid drivers are always cutting me up! They’re just burberry baseball capped idiots the lot of them!
It’s like the world is just out to p*ss me off today. Oh well, I’ll be home soon, yip-e. My dinner had better be ready.
Oh how I loathe walking through that front door these days. Just to see her, standing there, with a nervous, fearful, desperate to please look on her face. Smiling at me, attempting to make small talk in a vain hope that I wont see what she’s thinking, but I can, I can see it in her eyes.
She’s going over everything she’s done and said in my presence that day. Trying to think to herself what it is that could cause me to “snap” that day.
Heh-heh. Daft cow. She has no idea. She doesn’t even realize just how little it has to do with HER anymore…
HUH!
What a crappy day. Well, what a normal day to be more precise. Same-old-same-old. Meeting after meeting after, yes you’ve guessed it, meeting, and now the same 20-minute drive of seemingly never-ending grey.
Back when I was 20 I was the youngster of a multinational corporation. Full of beans and considered to be a wonder-kid by the then boss. I had so many dreams, dreams of success, wealth, beautiful women and fast cars
Well, 25 years pass and what do you actually get?
The loss of your looks. The sagging of bodily parts. Hair that has desisted in growing from your scalp in favour of more scenic routes, such as from the top of your ears or out of your nose, and a Ford Escort that you bought because it had “reasonable mileage”.
WHAT THE HELL!
Where did he come from? Bloody kid drivers are always cutting me up! They’re just burberry baseball capped idiots the lot of them!
It’s like the world is just out to p*ss me off today. Oh well, I’ll be home soon, yip-e. My dinner had better be ready.
Oh how I loathe walking through that front door these days. Just to see her, standing there, with a nervous, fearful, desperate to please look on her face. Smiling at me, attempting to make small talk in a vain hope that I wont see what she’s thinking, but I can, I can see it in her eyes.
She’s going over everything she’s done and said in my presence that day. Trying to think to herself what it is that could cause me to “snap” that day.
Heh-heh. Daft cow. She has no idea. She doesn’t even realize just how little it has to do with HER anymore…