Where are you Neko Case?
I've lost my Neko Case guitar tabs, boo hiss. Also my big black roc sunnies, I had them for about a week or two after losing them.
In heaven I intend to play Neko songs while wearing big sunnies.
My new guitar strings rock. I do not. I need more time to practise and more lessons, lately have not had much of either, damn work. I think I've going to give up on getting promoted and stay one of the flock. At least that way a life is possible.
I'm acting in a higher position than my own at the moment and it's draining, gruelling and stressful. fuck work, fuck it good; a safe distance above survival is good enough for me as long as I can get some freakin me time.
have been sick this week, i think its due to the job thing, all the stress etc. fuck it good. another boost juice would not go ashtray.
a long time since i have read a book in the real sense. fuck that shit also. even longer since i have had a party, i want to have one at the new place perhaps. or maybe just a piss up, not quite of party proportions. mm yeah.
so anyway, i found out i had been calling this cute, shy guy from the call centre ben, when his name is actually peter. i suck for that, so much. it's bad because the call centre are this underpaid underclass at work, it's the great divide between government fat cats and casual call centre operators that does it. walking from my office into the call centre is like walking from a nike shoe shop into a nike sweat shop. and i've just gone and made myself look like a snooty bitch by calling him the wrong name. he was too shy and cute and polite to correct me.
SORRY PETER, I DO THINK YOU ARE WORTH SOMETHING!!!
In heaven I intend to play Neko songs while wearing big sunnies.
My new guitar strings rock. I do not. I need more time to practise and more lessons, lately have not had much of either, damn work. I think I've going to give up on getting promoted and stay one of the flock. At least that way a life is possible.
I'm acting in a higher position than my own at the moment and it's draining, gruelling and stressful. fuck work, fuck it good; a safe distance above survival is good enough for me as long as I can get some freakin me time.
have been sick this week, i think its due to the job thing, all the stress etc. fuck it good. another boost juice would not go ashtray.
a long time since i have read a book in the real sense. fuck that shit also. even longer since i have had a party, i want to have one at the new place perhaps. or maybe just a piss up, not quite of party proportions. mm yeah.
so anyway, i found out i had been calling this cute, shy guy from the call centre ben, when his name is actually peter. i suck for that, so much. it's bad because the call centre are this underpaid underclass at work, it's the great divide between government fat cats and casual call centre operators that does it. walking from my office into the call centre is like walking from a nike shoe shop into a nike sweat shop. and i've just gone and made myself look like a snooty bitch by calling him the wrong name. he was too shy and cute and polite to correct me.
SORRY PETER, I DO THINK YOU ARE WORTH SOMETHING!!!