higher status: have you done any work today?
me: yeah course, I'm just warming up some milk
higher status: but have you done any work?
me: it has sugar in it, you want some?
higher status: you're not listening to me. do you listen to me?
me: yes yes, I'm using your mug- is that okay?
higher status [walking out of door expression of dismissal on face]: fine fine
me: hold on, where are you going?
higher status: I'm holding some poo, I'm going to go let go.
me: ...no milk then?
Sunday, 11 January 2009
Friday, 9 January 2009
only human after all
you know, you think you know a person, you think you know their every move, their every thought is run through your mind first before it even reaches theirs. of course that's a load of bullshit really, as you never know a person, so you should never trust them. unless you hold their bank account details. then of course you know all that you really need to know about a person and so you can go on living your life thinking everything is peachy! well done, human, well done.
Sunday, 4 January 2009
Who says I'm the one with the attitude problem?
Lonely?
Me?
Surely not? Not on this glorious Sunday night 10 minutes before midnight. 10 minutes before the start of the day of another term in a god forsaken college with god forsaken children, dragging their knuckles on the ground entering the god forsaken motionless revolving doors of a god forsaken, forgotten corner of the universe. Not that I want to fit in. less concerned in fitting into the world. This world that it.
I can't describe how much pity there is for you in me. No reason for it. Just a lot of it. Hmm...Could this possibly be what arrogance feels like? Perhaps its ignorance? Well whatever it is I’m feeling it towards everyone because they can’t be more like me. I wonder what would happen to the relationships I hold dear (those very few relationships) if I were to become a beatnik?
Let’s face it; everyone has those weird funny moments where the music, the uniform, the lingo, the drinks, the attitude of your average un-materialistic beatnik becomes very...stimulating? Attractive? The sanest thing you could possible encounter in a 12 mile radius?
Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to build up any of my fears of the world become less and less minimal in you. Of course not. That would be preaching my ideas, that would be me making you look at the world, the very meaningless existence you hold so very dear to your heart, and ripping it out, shredding it with my Phillips razor sharp shredder, and using it as the lining for the kitty litter box. Not that I have a cat, or a kitty litter box for that matter.
So no I am not lonely at the moment. It is you people, you people in your over crowded, over priced, over rated relationships that have ruined the phrase me, myself and I by involving you her him and us.
and by the way...happy new year.
Me?
Surely not? Not on this glorious Sunday night 10 minutes before midnight. 10 minutes before the start of the day of another term in a god forsaken college with god forsaken children, dragging their knuckles on the ground entering the god forsaken motionless revolving doors of a god forsaken, forgotten corner of the universe. Not that I want to fit in. less concerned in fitting into the world. This world that it.
I can't describe how much pity there is for you in me. No reason for it. Just a lot of it. Hmm...Could this possibly be what arrogance feels like? Perhaps its ignorance? Well whatever it is I’m feeling it towards everyone because they can’t be more like me. I wonder what would happen to the relationships I hold dear (those very few relationships) if I were to become a beatnik?
Let’s face it; everyone has those weird funny moments where the music, the uniform, the lingo, the drinks, the attitude of your average un-materialistic beatnik becomes very...stimulating? Attractive? The sanest thing you could possible encounter in a 12 mile radius?
Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to build up any of my fears of the world become less and less minimal in you. Of course not. That would be preaching my ideas, that would be me making you look at the world, the very meaningless existence you hold so very dear to your heart, and ripping it out, shredding it with my Phillips razor sharp shredder, and using it as the lining for the kitty litter box. Not that I have a cat, or a kitty litter box for that matter.
So no I am not lonely at the moment. It is you people, you people in your over crowded, over priced, over rated relationships that have ruined the phrase me, myself and I by involving you her him and us.
and by the way...happy new year.
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