The Importance of Being Idle

Life, Don't Talk To Me About Life

I had lots of things I wanted to talk about today, witty and irrelevant things about stuff I'd seen or heard or whatever, but I can't be bothered with any of them.
There's £14 left in my bank account. No matter how long and hard I work I never seem to get anywhere. Fourteen fucking pounds! Jesus. I can't even buy take out pizza with that. I keep wondering if life ever gets any better, if you ever feel like you're making progress, and it really doesn't seem that way does it?
Fuck.
And indeed, shit.

posted by BadMonkey @ 7:19 PM