Dolphins can go fuck themselves. This is my line of thought to the shark imitating bastards. What the hell is impressive or useful about dolphins? Flipper was a twat in my books....it was all me me me and Scuba Steve could shit in the nearest lagoon for all he cared.
I'm not actually out to make any point here. I want to write about shit just to get it out of my system.
I can finally write somewhere where I don't actually care who sees or give a fuck what they think.
This is actually starting to just sound abusive rather than funny....should i just moan or try and think of something random to put in here? hehe!
Let's talk about work.
My boss is great but he resembles an 80's wrestler equipped with leotard crossed with Santa and has the witted intention of a marble duck.
I sit day in, day out inputting lines of data into a computer which then processes into payments for contractors we use. I wouldn't mind but I'm sure I've fucked up a few times already but haven't been found out....yet.
The majority of my office is women....which is great for the eye but painful to my hearing holes with the likes of last nights wank-stained episode of Eastenders being discussed (I use the word "discussed" in the lightest term possible. "Warble" is a more appropriate and fitting attribute to use I believe).
Anyway, it's a boring job. Just thought you should know.
I'm gonna piss off now and come back when I've thought of something more sensible to talk about,
Much Love x
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