But I'm working tomorrow.
Did I do it right?
Don't know about anyone else but I'm getting a big greasy dirty bun for my final morning break at work for the year.
Just got Ms Ron Killers tickets. £150 for two of us is a lot of money to go a drunkenly shout the lyrics to one song then go home.
Morning. I've had a headache in the back of my head for a couple of weeks now. I think I might be dying.
Monday had better watch its BACK.
I am trying to find a couple more bands to play for my festival but its really fucking hard. If you were a new band looking for some gigs where...
I am so tired. All this humidity in knackering.
Like on the flag of Tanzania, you know.
This week feels like it has lasted about a fortnight and I shall be glad to see the back of it.
UGH there were awful old cunts on the busy roundabout I have to cross on my way to work waving BREXIT PARTY PLACARDS. Honestly who are these...
Sun's out. Gaffer is still sulking. "Twisted Strawberry" Diet Coke just tastes like chemicals.
Hello, I'm not a poll clerk at the local elections.
Out of the office today...opticians, GP and relaxing.
WHAT IS THIS SHIT? I'm fucking freezing. I got sunburnt last weekend.
12:10 and no morning thread?
You lot disappoint me
6K run done by 6:30, some Joyce Sims on the car radiogram and now sat at my desk contemplating suicide.
HAPPY THURSDAY LOVES!