May 21, 2008 23:04
Right tonight at work was weird.
I'm cleaning round a table only to find it smeared with blood. There are biro rings round the blood spatter. It says "GW blood from knackels" [sic] and ZJ -- knuckle blood. This desk is RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE TEACHER'S DESK. I sigh, write the teacher a snarky note, glove up and bleach aforesaid desk back to the Stone Age. Halfway round the same room there's more graffiti. It reads: "Do u use thrush cream?" There's two no and one yes answer. Charming. Same room - graffiti conversation which starts: "Help i'm pregnant!"
Fuck, what the hell are they putting in the water? Now I was a horny, violent bastid when I was a teenager but y'know sharing STDs with everyone? Yik.
Random kid in denention says to me: "Are you punk or metal?" because I have my iPod plugged in and I'm snarling through Sex Pistols and Discharge and roaring along with Slayer and Iron Maiden.
I say: "Yes, yes I am."
Christ I'm not "metal" nor am I "punk" I'm "old-school." Hell, I'm so old school I'm practically prehistoric kindergarten. =D