Feeling really rather bored with the detritus of adult life. I feel like a child still despite the years piling up and the hideous accumulation of stupidity induced debt [university degree pssssssssssssht]. Worse yet, I feel like a bored and petulant child. Someone entertain me for fuck’s sake [yes, fuck likes sake, I know because I asked fuck and it said so] because I’m doing a shitty job of entertaining myself. Here I am so enter… - ooh gossip rag, Courtney Love! blow my brain and call me entertained for entertained I am. It’s the mind witheringly stupid things that are providing my entertainment of the day. The disturbed and disturbing relationship pairing of fuckwit and fucktard, the appalling behaviour of an adolescent, the ineptitude of almost everyone I’ve come across today. The necessity for redundancy that twists through the daily lives of so many and that they so joyfully visit upon us. [‘I’ll fax that for you’ ‘Can you fax that for me now’ ‘Yes, I’m faxing that for you now’ ‘You’ll fax that straight away then, it’s just that..’] No, once is not enough. Some things are better repeated. I like alcohol to repeat though I don’t like it to repeat upon me. I like the good and joyful things to repeat, the fun things, yet it’s the dumb things that do. And never just the once.
I’m waiting for life’s next instalment and I suspect it starts at nine a.m. on Tuesday morning or is that ten o’clock on Tuesday evening………..? The beauty of the day has been in the detail and of the minutiae my daily horoscope provided some of the most welcome relief. A licence to do nothing, if you will. Quoth the Cainer:
You ought to be cruising through life in fourth gear at the moment. If you find yourself needing to rev your engine or push hard, it's a sign that you are attempting to gain something unnecessary. Do what's easy. While this is a policy that can sometimes lead to laziness or lack of imagination, it's an appropriate way for you to proceed at the moment.Oh aye? Oh look, the ayes have it. Nada it is-a. I’m good with being told that my inactivity is, in fact or fiction, the thing for me.
It’s been a day of pointless paid boredom and unstartling revelation. The Sound of Music and dinner and the horror of being hot for the Captain – puts that childhood fondness for Edelweiss into perspective. I’m even thinking of watching Star Wars [again] so I can enjoy the delight-o-vision that is the young Harrison Ford and because, well, a lass can’t have enough Star Wars in her life, it can’t be seen too often. Any who disagree can go fuck a wookie – we know where they live now, they are many, they are furry, they all probably need a good wash and blow.
Until tomorrow – get out your fiddles the city is afire.