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Ahh life, what is it all about.

Many people spend their time looking for the meaning of life.

Many of us dyslexics spend our time searching for the meaning of lief.

It gets us knowhere but the squirrels are always pleased to see us.

Eh?

Well what is it all about? I normally find its all about something you said casually in a sort of off the cuff way and is remembered four years later after too many large drinks and a quick bottle fight in the car park.

But that's being born in Dagenham for ya!

And so far tonight I have once again recieved a grand total of ZERO offers of phone sex, not that I want any.

I am not putting my phone on vibrate and poking it up my rear end and spending all day waiting for it to ring.

Again.

The last time was bad enough.

Blimey that was an embarrasing meeting at work I can tell you - "erm, excuse me while I take my trousers down, I just have to take a call"

Ahem

Anyway, what was I saying?

Oh yeah!

Life? Don't talk to me about life.

Only 1hr and 15 minutes to go till the weekend starts for me!

What has the evening in store. Oh the usual.

Get on train and sit there like a puppet with its strings cut, lolling all over the place and dribbling. If I get a seat that is.

Get to S&F's and probably scare Moff as I come through the door, as she will no doubt be on the computer if she is in the house.

Avoid Cleo trying to get into the bedroom and rub herself all over the duvet (she likes the way I smell) and get some much needed sleep.

Then probably get woken by Mr S forcing me to imbibe some form of alcomahol. Get up and get dressed. Break out the guitar. Get told to turn it down. Ignore said request and continue to make the cats bounce off the funiture with high pitched squeals from pick harmonics (they reeeely don't like those!)

Stop playing and eat - I think the menu is lamb curry with cous cous - then drink some more.

Maybe blog. Maybe text. Maybe get that offer of phone sex I missed out on at a time when I can enjoy it and my damn phone is on!

Then at some time on Saturday morning go to sleep.

Go home on Saturday and have a BBQ, featuring home made burgers and chicken kebabs. D&T are coming over and maybe Jo's sister and her boyfriend.

Sunday. Wake up and go "uuurg" a bit. Sunday afternoon, go round and see Kizlodes new sprog.

Which will be the first time I have seen Kiz in bloody ages, I am not the best long term friend in the world as you can tell. Funny, he moves nearer to my house and I see him less.

Funny old game life innit.

So that's my weekend. I am sure that somewhere in there something unexpected will happen and throw it all out the window.

Well that's not a bad effort.

See my post of earlier.

hehehehe.

I hate feeling like this.

I really just want to curl up under my desk and pass out. I was nodding off in a most un cool way on the train all the way home yesterday.

Mind you, yesterday afternoon was a tad awful due to the hangover I had. Today is just residual tiredness from my lack of restraint.

My head is stuffed with dirty cotton wool and thoughts are hard to follow through. If we were really busy here I would be in so much trouble.

Apart from that, my mood is fine - appetite is good and food has been consumed.

But my eyes feel puffy and warm, my extremities feel heavy and this is all too much trouble.

Of course I will be getting an early night tonight so all will be well.

Oh hang on.........

Well what does not kill you only makes you feel like death stronger

I have snaffled down too rather large “Breakfast Special” sandwiches and feel like an over full tube of toothpaste. Might have to go have a squeeze soon to make some room for lunch. I am such a charmer no?

I have a small amount of work to do that I will, if I apply myself reeeeely hard, be able to stretch out to “fill” the day with. You see (looks left and right to check the coast is clear) my manager is off today, so my “work ethic” has also failed to show up.

I have my new shiny tiny red kidney bean shaped pod guitar modeller in my bag, ready to make big rocky noises with at S&F’s tonight. Boy will they be pleased!

Not.

And much later, if Mr S is not doing any paying work on the PC, I may get to check in when I am more “refreshed” and dazzle you all with my world class witticisms. OK the last bits a lie, I may be drunk in charge of a blog later and talking bollocks. Have to up my game or no nominations for me in the bloscars.

Have a good Friday people.

Party like it’s on sale for £19.99.

I was just wondering.

What would be the most eye catching or splutter inducing title for a post?

I had some missed calls on my phone last hight, after the witching hour even.

Now everybody knows that with healthy clean living life style I am never up past 10pm. (ahem) and so I missed them.

"Why the phone calls last night? What have I done now?"

I enquired by text this morning.

"Because X is here with X and me and we were going to have phone sex with you"

Oh bugger. Sodding typical

See what an early night can cause you to miss.

Just as well I had some real sex to tide me over.