We're on the phones now and it's amazing how it all comes so naturally. Mind is numb and days are set to drift pass with occasional "craic" how do people go from these jobs to ones they like? What do I like?
I'm not saying I've gone back to what I was at the end of the last call centre. I just know it's coming off in the distance.
There's a work do tomorrow night and I'm going because Hot Baby Roy has asked me ever so nicely if he can have the downstairs to himself tomorrow night because he wants to cook Gingerella a meal. All the time I've lived with him he's burnt toast and over filled Pot Noodles. I told him to go online and get some recipes and good luck with it.
On my way home from work today I found a piece of paper lying folded on the ground. When I read it it was the following:
C D G
All the guys I lived with at Uni
D C
Not one had a bird I'd rate
Em G
No fucking way
Then there's a bit scribbled out that says:
Do you have a daughter
Do you have a daughter for me.
And a question mark after it. It's not scribbled out though. I think the letters above the sentences are music. Anyone play any instruments?
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Friday, 18 June 2010
Saturday, 30 May 2009
Battle Cat is still missing
Last night I didn't sleep very well, I kept waking up thinking I heard scratching at the door but when I went down Battle Cat wasn't there. I went out early this morning down the Lagan Meadows again but I couldn't see him anywhere. I shouted for a good bit but he never came.
I walked up to the Death Owl's house and knocked on his door for ages but there was no answer. The Superstar DJ that lived next door came out and told me that he didn't live there any more. I asked him if he knew where he'd went and he just shrugged.
"I'm too busy thinking about music to care about stuff like that," he said looking away modestly.
"My dog's missing," I said
"Music," he shrugged insistantly.
I wanted to tell him his stuff was pish but I just wandered off up the road. I'm only just in now. Me and Fabian are going back out in a bit.
I walked up to the Death Owl's house and knocked on his door for ages but there was no answer. The Superstar DJ that lived next door came out and told me that he didn't live there any more. I asked him if he knew where he'd went and he just shrugged.
"I'm too busy thinking about music to care about stuff like that," he said looking away modestly.
"My dog's missing," I said
"Music," he shrugged insistantly.
I wanted to tell him his stuff was pish but I just wandered off up the road. I'm only just in now. Me and Fabian are going back out in a bit.
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