Caveman
Tired. No urge to sleep, but a need to exhaust my overactive mind until I slip unconcious. More work. More painting. More gaming...
Kayleigh said something to me today... or yesterday... can't remember. Anyway. I did something daft and she said "you're so intelligent, but you do the dumbest things!". And it's wierd, but I do. And i'm happier for it. I'm a clumsy bugger but i'd rather that than be one of those pencil-necked, classist (is that a word?) "better-than-you" ponces.
I really hate classism. There was once a guy I used to work in the office, back at ARM, who was happy that the security guards on the front door 'knew their place'. If I was his manager I would fire him immediately on grounds of discrimination and/or prejudice... but since our boss was also a classist twat it never happened. By boss did something like this at work... I was chucking some books out and he said "get one of the lads downstairs to do it" despite the fact that it isn't their job.
What else... oh yeah. Been feeling kinda restrained lately. Difficult to explain... don't know if it's this room or because of work, but, you know when you just want to howl and shout and scream for no reason, like, you want to let off pressure? Lots of that. And it's difficult when you've got a nation who is so ready to point the finger and cry "NUTTER" all around you. I'm a bit stressed.
*sigh* more tired now. Kayleigh's in bed over there, watching me type even though she thinks I haven't noticed that shes awake. Gonna go fart on her, muwahaha....
Thought for the day: Lemonade grass
Kayleigh said something to me today... or yesterday... can't remember. Anyway. I did something daft and she said "you're so intelligent, but you do the dumbest things!". And it's wierd, but I do. And i'm happier for it. I'm a clumsy bugger but i'd rather that than be one of those pencil-necked, classist (is that a word?) "better-than-you" ponces.
I really hate classism. There was once a guy I used to work in the office, back at ARM, who was happy that the security guards on the front door 'knew their place'. If I was his manager I would fire him immediately on grounds of discrimination and/or prejudice... but since our boss was also a classist twat it never happened. By boss did something like this at work... I was chucking some books out and he said "get one of the lads downstairs to do it" despite the fact that it isn't their job.
What else... oh yeah. Been feeling kinda restrained lately. Difficult to explain... don't know if it's this room or because of work, but, you know when you just want to howl and shout and scream for no reason, like, you want to let off pressure? Lots of that. And it's difficult when you've got a nation who is so ready to point the finger and cry "NUTTER" all around you. I'm a bit stressed.
*sigh* more tired now. Kayleigh's in bed over there, watching me type even though she thinks I haven't noticed that shes awake. Gonna go fart on her, muwahaha....
Thought for the day: Lemonade grass