and now i'm back to the joys of this MADHOUSE. I've been here since 7am and the phone hasn't stopped ringing since, i feel like the cables are about to snap out of my neck from stress and my voice is running out.....
arghhhhhh! i can't wait to leave here in 3 months time,
i'm going to get a special calender where you rip off the pages as the days pass, so i can use them for a variety of hate-filled exercised such as wiping my ARSE on them.
But anyway... yesterday
I had to drive to visit my partner's Gran with him... then spend about a million years looking at pictures of hundreds of interchangeable old people and children, drinking cups of tea, watching the hands of the clock painstakingly steal moment after moment of my life which i can never get back, and being repeatedly called Lorraine. (my name is Lauren).
After the weekend just gone i did have a little think to myself about the fact that i really should stop drinking so much before i start to die...
but now i see that there is a very valid and critical reason why that should never happen. because LIFE IS TRAGIC ENOUGH, WITHOUT HAVING TO BE SOBER FOR IT.
and with god as my witness I will never go sober again!
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