A time of rest!
AROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGAH.
I have written 7 sonnets in almost 4 days, how I've done this, I'm not sure. Considering I spend 12 hours of my day on work things. And in the last four days several hours on badminton and swimming activities. Around a schedule of sleep, getting ready/travelling to work and the 9.5 working day, I have somehow managed to write stuff. They just keep spilling out. It has been fucking fantastic and exhausting.
Les says that I can play with the dragons from now on!!!!! I appear to be the only one that likes them lots and shockingly, I actually don't mind the locusts. WHAT, I KNOW. Who am I and what have I done with Charley?!
The female is gorgeous, they don't have names, but secretly I have named her Alba. She likes to pose on her rock and stare at people passing. Griff-Gruff (I've named the male) likes to glare from behind his rock and scratch at his tank when someone has their hands on his female. Bwah. He also plays with his food. There are currently 3 locusts playing dead in his tank, crying out for help when humans wander past.
Today Darren was EXTRA EXTRA nice to me, which saved his life really after yesterday's offences. It probably helped that he realised I was putting every single fucking call I could through to him and noone else. I haz power!!!!! The power of PHONE.
Emma looks like that baby is about to burst out of her and I'm hearing alot of gory details that would put me off having babies, if I didn't already hate the very idea down to the roots of my dark soul. Everyone (except Darren) seems so nice so far and Les is entertaining as he abuses people down the phone for not paying for things, and Jeanette as she laughs at something quietly and Bill as he mumbles to himself. And all the warehousers and drivers seem pretty cool. I like Phil and this other dude I've yet to learn the name of, as they're English and mix up the accents nicely. And when all of them are lined up for clocking off, they are gentlemen and let me go first :-D It helps, I suppose, that I perfected both sly AND innocent at a young age.
There is alot of banter and Les does this fucking hilarious impression of this guy Ian from the IsleofMan who I only spoke to for the first time today, suddenly I realised what the hell he was doing and kept bursting into laughter every time he did it. Therefore he did it alot.
But I'm going to appreciate this weekend, man. I'm reading a Wire in the Blood book which isn't bad and I have to catch up on NCIS and Grey's and a couple of films. General awesomeness.
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I have written 7 sonnets in almost 4 days, how I've done this, I'm not sure. Considering I spend 12 hours of my day on work things. And in the last four days several hours on badminton and swimming activities. Around a schedule of sleep, getting ready/travelling to work and the 9.5 working day, I have somehow managed to write stuff. They just keep spilling out. It has been fucking fantastic and exhausting.
Les says that I can play with the dragons from now on!!!!! I appear to be the only one that likes them lots and shockingly, I actually don't mind the locusts. WHAT, I KNOW. Who am I and what have I done with Charley?!
The female is gorgeous, they don't have names, but secretly I have named her Alba. She likes to pose on her rock and stare at people passing. Griff-Gruff (I've named the male) likes to glare from behind his rock and scratch at his tank when someone has their hands on his female. Bwah. He also plays with his food. There are currently 3 locusts playing dead in his tank, crying out for help when humans wander past.
Today Darren was EXTRA EXTRA nice to me, which saved his life really after yesterday's offences. It probably helped that he realised I was putting every single fucking call I could through to him and noone else. I haz power!!!!! The power of PHONE.
Emma looks like that baby is about to burst out of her and I'm hearing alot of gory details that would put me off having babies, if I didn't already hate the very idea down to the roots of my dark soul. Everyone (except Darren) seems so nice so far and Les is entertaining as he abuses people down the phone for not paying for things, and Jeanette as she laughs at something quietly and Bill as he mumbles to himself. And all the warehousers and drivers seem pretty cool. I like Phil and this other dude I've yet to learn the name of, as they're English and mix up the accents nicely. And when all of them are lined up for clocking off, they are gentlemen and let me go first :-D It helps, I suppose, that I perfected both sly AND innocent at a young age.
There is alot of banter and Les does this fucking hilarious impression of this guy Ian from the IsleofMan who I only spoke to for the first time today, suddenly I realised what the hell he was doing and kept bursting into laughter every time he did it. Therefore he did it alot.
But I'm going to appreciate this weekend, man. I'm reading a Wire in the Blood book which isn't bad and I have to catch up on NCIS and Grey's and a couple of films. General awesomeness.
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