It's been recommended to me that I restart this blog again. Though in truth, dear readers, I haven't a clue what I am going to write about. Though, from personal experience, I've found that staring at the screen doesn't generally conjure up a winning combination of words.
Despite how much Harry Potter I read.
I think it's more the fact that life has, yet again, settled back into the headless chicken routine that I have so easily become accustomed to. Generally if I haven't run anywhere in a mad dash to get something done on-time I'm not working hard enough.
Sometimes I feel like I'm juggling various objects in a wonderful little circle of madness and people keep coming up to me, tapping me lightly on the shoulder and going "excuse me, can you just hold this for a sec?"
This may sound like I'm complaining, actually I'm not.
The lifestyle that I myself have chosen is the one that most appeals to me. I love being busy. I like waking up in the morning and figuring out in my head all the stuff I have to do today, all the people I'll meet and the insanity that will usually ensue with events that spiral so wonderfully out my control.
However, in this life, it's the little things that my subconscious notices and revisits later on that amuse me. Things like the fact that I hate button flies on Jeans. Simply because of the fact that I'm standing at the urinal at a club, with a massive queue of guys slipping and sliding behind me, and I can't get the bloody button undone! I'm bursting for a wee and I'm stuck in the awkward situation where the little bastard won't come apart! I swear my jeans want to kick back at me at any opportunity. If it's not the stubbornness in clubs it's the sliding down my backside no matter how tight my belt is. I'd probably be suffocating and they'd still be sliding down.
An interesting little nugget of information for you all is that low jeans, or so I've been told, originate from what was described to me as "the ghetto prisons" which, I'm pretty sure, is probably not the official, 100% not going to get you sued, version of putting it but there we go. Anyway, the idea is that the lower your jeans are, the more up for getting intimate with your fellow inmates you were. A bit of (probably true) history for you there.
Everyday is a school day because, lets face it, life likes to call you names, make you stay longer and push you face first into some lockers.
I think that'll do. Hope to speak to you soon!
Adam
If 4 out of 5 people SUFFER from diarrhea... does that mean that one enjoys it?
Despite how much Harry Potter I read.
I think it's more the fact that life has, yet again, settled back into the headless chicken routine that I have so easily become accustomed to. Generally if I haven't run anywhere in a mad dash to get something done on-time I'm not working hard enough.
Sometimes I feel like I'm juggling various objects in a wonderful little circle of madness and people keep coming up to me, tapping me lightly on the shoulder and going "excuse me, can you just hold this for a sec?"
This may sound like I'm complaining, actually I'm not.
The lifestyle that I myself have chosen is the one that most appeals to me. I love being busy. I like waking up in the morning and figuring out in my head all the stuff I have to do today, all the people I'll meet and the insanity that will usually ensue with events that spiral so wonderfully out my control.
However, in this life, it's the little things that my subconscious notices and revisits later on that amuse me. Things like the fact that I hate button flies on Jeans. Simply because of the fact that I'm standing at the urinal at a club, with a massive queue of guys slipping and sliding behind me, and I can't get the bloody button undone! I'm bursting for a wee and I'm stuck in the awkward situation where the little bastard won't come apart! I swear my jeans want to kick back at me at any opportunity. If it's not the stubbornness in clubs it's the sliding down my backside no matter how tight my belt is. I'd probably be suffocating and they'd still be sliding down.
An interesting little nugget of information for you all is that low jeans, or so I've been told, originate from what was described to me as "the ghetto prisons" which, I'm pretty sure, is probably not the official, 100% not going to get you sued, version of putting it but there we go. Anyway, the idea is that the lower your jeans are, the more up for getting intimate with your fellow inmates you were. A bit of (probably true) history for you there.
Everyday is a school day because, lets face it, life likes to call you names, make you stay longer and push you face first into some lockers.
I think that'll do. Hope to speak to you soon!
Adam
If 4 out of 5 people SUFFER from diarrhea... does that mean that one enjoys it?
