Stayin' Alive

Forgive me if my recent posts have been mundane, self-piteous and boring. That's just the way the stale, mouldy cookie has been crumbling recently. Hardly anyone reads this anyway so I'm pretty much talking to myself. This boring old summer is dragging on a bit isn't it? There's only so much I can take of sitting in front of my computer watching old episodes of Sooty & Co mouthing the theme tune with a cigarette in one side of my mouth and a twiglet in the other. Peeling off my computer chair due to the layers of sweat my unhealthy body produces to occassionally empty my bladder and bowels, whilst looking in the mirror to see any evidence of whether facial crabs lurk there. Waste management is indeed the highlight of my day.

It's not been a summer of great news all round. I feel like Oliver Twist with one leg who has had the misfortune of meeting Fagin's older molesterous brother, whom also has a perchant for amputee porn (Dickens missed a trick there). O.K. things aren't THAT bad: I still have my health, a roof over my head but the rut is enormous and nearly too much to get out of. Retakes have to be done in August, 3 aspects of a Politics Course to get myself worked up about are trundling their incomprehensible way towards me. I'm not big on philosophy. There's no money to do anything with, I'm even considering sticking ads up on here and getting people to come on and see my innermost thoughts all in the name of money. I have no idea what my team are getting up to and how the fuck we're going to get through a season in League One. Women are doing my head in: the lack of attractive ones, the ones who think they're attractive and the stalkerish, annoying, psychotic ones who have the capacity to ruin my day. There are the ones who are posh or from far away who think that a taste of London is to hang around with the dregs of society, the wrong sort of people, invariably putting themselves in danger. Men...I have no problem with because we have common sense, it seems the opposite sex has fallen behind.

The end of summer can't come any sooner really, the sooner I'm back at Uni, with money and work to do I'll be happy.

Oh, by the way...I'm still alive.

Still Breathing

JPH