My head is swimming right now, what with annuals coming up and regular black outs in the district its kinda hard to feel sorry for anyone but myself.
I haven’t got a whole lot of patience right now either, one moment I’m skimming through text books and the next I’m desperately trying to persuade myself that its not summer its spring! But the sweat that I’m currently bathing in begs to differ.
Strange, I never had problems with sweat before. Maybe its a puberty thing – the armpits do smell more manly. Manly is synonyms with he-man. The cartoon, remember? So, if your armpits smell, you’re he-man. God! he man must have been gross.
I’m angry. No, no, that’s not the word. I’m frustrated. The internet was down for two days, turns out a truck driver drove through our phone line. Snapping the fragile thing in two.
I always wondered how you can snap a wire in two, it’s actually metal isn’t it. I thought metals didn’t break, the just sort of – stretch (?)
Imagine a couple of stretched ropes lying in the middle of the road. Little girls wouldn’t have to buy ropes to skips anymore. Wait, do they buy ropes? If it were me, I’d just pick one up from the road. In the name of recycling.