Wallowing in my own shit

There's nothing like being off work for 8 months and fucking up your sleeping pattern so badly that you struggle to get up at a reasonable, sociable hour. I know I sound like a right greasy slob right now but lately it really pains me to leave bed. In all honesty this to do with... Continue Reading →

On autopilot

I spent the most of the last 2 years on autopilot. This is something I've actively been trying to come out of in the last few months that I have been off work. For me, autopilot meant that I was letting days, months, years pass by without ever feeling or experiencing anything. I spent 2... Continue Reading →

Seeing a shrink for being shy

I’ve been told many times that I am shy, in an accusatory tone. The type of people who say this to me are usually vanilla bland basic bitches. I like to think that the single defining feature to their personality is that they are hiding a faeces fetish. They accuse me as they are scared... Continue Reading →

tv friends

I've been off work for a while now and I'm in a self-imposed exile from my friends. I'm no longer getting up at 5:45am and rushing out to get the tube to work. Oh no,  I have a whole new routine now. So I wake up at about 8am and get ready for the day.... Continue Reading →

Question time

Anyone who has been around those of a corporate disposition will understand where I am coming from here. "Make sure you ask lots of questions, there is no such thing as a stupid question" ...except there is when it comes out of my mouth. I really resent the idea that looking "interested" in stuff is... Continue Reading →

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