Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Woke up at 9.30 this morning and went 'WTF, mate'. Forgot to set my alarm, I think. I remember waking up a bit earlier and thinking it was the weekend.
I have decided I want to get a weekend job in a bookshop. In fact I could possibly work fulltime in a bookshop instead of temping, although I'm not sure which is the lesser of two evils on my resume.
We have two German girls in our appartment at the moment. They are in the bathroom at all the wrong times (i.e. when I had about 30 seconds to get in and out of the shower this morning and I had to bloody wait), and usually I am pretty laid back about this kind of thing, but they really are just an annoyance. They aren't very friendly considering most people express some appreciation/gratitude for letting you stay in their place for a while especially when you don't know them, and they leave their dishes and pancake mix containers lying around. And I didn't even know they were coming.
Kuba. I don't think he minds my being a stalker, so I might just continue.
Apparently a score of 7 in a beep test is really, really hard, and now I'm shit scared. It's back to the drawing board, mate. I'm going for a jog this evening in Centennial Park. Scheisse. Scheisse kopf. Pshytul mnie. Mam waskotki? And to make things worse, I got the invitation to do the test today in my inbox and freaky-freaked out. Damnit. I hate jogging. I hate the whole thing. I hate putting on socks; putting on sneakers; finding some clothes I can get sweaty in; figuring out whether to take my keys or not; walking ALL the WAY ;-) to Centennial Park; fuck man; and then actually starting to jog. The very thought sends shivers down my spine. My personal trainer gave me homework though. To find out how long I can run for. So I have a reason to do it. But I would have to take my phone. Fuck!
MUST
GO
JOGGING.
DID I MENTION THE WORD FUCK?
FUCK FUCK FUCK.
Drawn Together was on last night. Mwah hah hah hah haaaaaaaaaaaa.
Me and Ella made up. Water under the bridge. We went to Campos.
Oh I have a guilty confession. I spent $30 on a book yesterday, and it's not even good. I don't know what came over me. I think I need a good spanking for that one. Must give Kuba a call.
Peace out brother
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I have decided I want to get a weekend job in a bookshop. In fact I could possibly work fulltime in a bookshop instead of temping, although I'm not sure which is the lesser of two evils on my resume.
We have two German girls in our appartment at the moment. They are in the bathroom at all the wrong times (i.e. when I had about 30 seconds to get in and out of the shower this morning and I had to bloody wait), and usually I am pretty laid back about this kind of thing, but they really are just an annoyance. They aren't very friendly considering most people express some appreciation/gratitude for letting you stay in their place for a while especially when you don't know them, and they leave their dishes and pancake mix containers lying around. And I didn't even know they were coming.
Kuba. I don't think he minds my being a stalker, so I might just continue.
Apparently a score of 7 in a beep test is really, really hard, and now I'm shit scared. It's back to the drawing board, mate. I'm going for a jog this evening in Centennial Park. Scheisse. Scheisse kopf. Pshytul mnie. Mam waskotki? And to make things worse, I got the invitation to do the test today in my inbox and freaky-freaked out. Damnit. I hate jogging. I hate the whole thing. I hate putting on socks; putting on sneakers; finding some clothes I can get sweaty in; figuring out whether to take my keys or not; walking ALL the WAY ;-) to Centennial Park; fuck man; and then actually starting to jog. The very thought sends shivers down my spine. My personal trainer gave me homework though. To find out how long I can run for. So I have a reason to do it. But I would have to take my phone. Fuck!
MUST
GO
JOGGING.
DID I MENTION THE WORD FUCK?
FUCK FUCK FUCK.
Drawn Together was on last night. Mwah hah hah hah haaaaaaaaaaaa.
Me and Ella made up. Water under the bridge. We went to Campos.
Oh I have a guilty confession. I spent $30 on a book yesterday, and it's not even good. I don't know what came over me. I think I need a good spanking for that one. Must give Kuba a call.
Peace out brother
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