I cannot sleep.
I will not.
For sleep would rob me of the few hours I have left.
To look at you,
Laying beside me.
Posts archive for: 9 October, 2008
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Here's one I made earlier.
@ 2008-10-09 – 15:30:37
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Are we all getting a life or what? God forbid!
@ 2008-10-09 – 15:28:05
There was a time (not too long ago) when coming back from an hours lunch break would mean a welter of posts from my friends to get through, and loads of comments to read.
These days it seems that people, well the people that I know at least, are blogging less.
Yep there are many many people blogging and if I chose to get out of my rut more often I could go and read some new (or new to me) bloggers offerings but at work, time is supposedly money. And you do have to actually work. Stop fucking laughing!
I read blogs and do not always comment, but there used to be so many more.
Or so it seems.
We were all so much more productive.
Maybe we are all getting other things to do, or more important things to concern ourselves with.
Or maybe every boss has cottoned on and said “blog and die, you worthless wage slave!”
Or maybe things are different.
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Is it national poetry day then? oh in that case....
@ 2008-10-09 – 12:54:25
Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue,
I'm shite at poetry,
and am off down the pub.
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I REALLY HATE YOU
@ 2008-10-09 – 08:43:10
People who spit in the street!
Not enough to do anything about it obviously, I mean what could I do
“Excuse me! Pick that up!” yargness indeed – and probably would instigate a beating from the thick-necked builder type who has just emptied his lungs onto the street.
It is hugely unsanitary and just plain revolting!
Stop it you fuckers!
Nothing can ruin your enjoyment of a crisp autumn morning more than the sound of someone summoning up “lung butter” for immediate launch.
Rant over.
