Such is life

Chalk up 6 months of inactivity to my inability to escape from a certain person who was in my proximity. It’s over now. I’m back.

 

Was I missed at all? I don’t really care. Any confirmation of your affection for me would be water off a duck’s back, just a feather-light tickle over my ego. Feel free.

 

Name: Danny

Age: 19

Hair Colour: Blonde

Breast Size: Epic

Sex: Well both female and incredible

 

I had fun with her, I left Manchester for her and came to Bath for her and rented a place with her and took a new job for her (which I am still a slave to, for now) and then I lost interest in her, stole money from her and moved to a place without her.

 

Such is life.

 

It was turbulent, but longer lasting than anything I have had before – so the experience was at once uniquely interesting and also dreadful.

 

I’m not sure what to write, this is just cathartic release at the moment; me continuing my tyrannous attempt to impact, to inspire and to impress.

 

They’ve opened the window in the office and I’m cold and when I told them I was cold they told me “You’re male, your opinion doesn’t count.”

 

I’m left wondering, ‘If my dick drops off from the cold, do I qualify then as having a valid opinion?’ and ‘Are they joking?’ and then ‘This wouldn’t have happened in the good old days!’

 

I know I’m falling a distance of years right now, which is surprising when my days are timed by coffee cups and teaspoons.

 

All through the day my chief effort is locating stray facial hair, that has escaped an inefficient razor, and wiggling each with my fingertip. It’s a curious exhibit of ennui.

 

I’m going to get a tea next time the round comes.

~ by Nicholas P. Mitchell on February 1, 2008.