Huh – postal workers on the march next!
This morning is frustrating and even more frustrating when I recieved an 'out of office' reply from your work email, reminding me that you're probably not 'out of bed' yet - I keep writing a sentence of thoughts and then getting rudely interrupted by some shitmunger emailing me and assuming that I'll help them – belligerent fools, don’t they know I’ve got more important words to write? I’m not a charity here, who the shitgoddamn do they think they are? They can’t have checked their calendars this morn and seen that’s it a Friday and time to shake off the grim realities of ‘work’ and seek sanctuary in the sacred layer of the guzzling beast of debate. And alcohol. I tell thee, if Pluto’s looking up on us he’d be mightily unimpressed that I aint worshipping the underworlds right now -
I’ll try have an entry by the end of day
Rev.
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