this could be the saddest dusk i’ve ever seen turn to a miracle, high alive my mind is racing, as it always will my hand is tired my heart aches I’m half a world away here my head sworn, to go it alone…
this bugs me. blogger is meant to auto update tumblr if you blog. but it doesnt, then you post your latest blogger on tumblr, and THEN it replicates the post with another post from blogger… BAH! you tumblogger lot need to work on your stuff more
that neds were the worst of the worst, the underclass, complete scum of the earth. it turns out that I was wrong, from what i am told (*some*) gypsies (or am I to say, as i am told, ”travelling people”?) are even more despicable. It makes me sick that humanitarian laws that are, however flawed, intended for people facing real threats, are being abused for profit by these people.
people think ebay is a quick easy way to earn some extra cash and simultaneously declutter your house, outside the hours of your regular work.
wrong wrong wrong!
ebay is basically going back to the shittest job you ever had and making yourself a bitch to the buyer whose positive feedback you depend on, while you earn like £1.14 for every measly posession you let these cheap scumbags at. perks of said job are going to the post office (kill me now) over and over, planning your days around when some moron who bid on the item as it ended will decide to send the money, and having to deal with french lunatics because you forgot to put “UK ONLY” in your item description.
these are the lengths i have to go to in order to make myself presentable but not too presentable for yet another history dept conference. this time it’s on ulster (bleg) and the plantations (meg). well, apart from having to accomodate, reassure and endure several lunatics and many, many egos i’ll be getting a free meal and free drinks in the city chambers again; woohoo.
I had the windows down or the fans on ‘4’, preferring the windows as the fans just puffed outside hot air into the inside hot air. I put on american cliched semi-classic rock on loud (and too loud when the fans were on; I don’t like to show off). I took off my jumper and put on my sunglasses. I skipped the slow songs. I raced at the lights, I cut off the lorry, I hit all the apexes. I thought I should check my tyre pressures and put in some fuel (I will soon). I anticipated three moves and a mile ahead.
It’s therapy, an outlet, relaxation and mental exercize. I love to go for a drive, when the circumstances are all favourable.