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Tuesday, 9 December 2008

Voice from above

I have two part-time jobs and find it too much of a division at times. Luckily I spend Monday and Tuesday at one job and the rest of the week at another but this makes my working week feel like two weeks, in all, my normal week feels like three if I include the weekend.


Fortunately, one work place isn't having a Christmas 'do' and I think the other is this weekend... I should check that! ...Checked and it's this Friday just after MJs.


I should have a tame one this weekend, I have been getting far too drunk and spending all possible out-of-work-time out which is expensive. It has been such a larf though.


I am hoping my landlord doesn't bring back another clone over the weekend. His bedroom is above mine so when I am home it gets tres annoying, at first i just thought "good on him" but not anymore.


He chooses pretty girls who really have no opinions and no voice. Their hair is bleached and straightened to within an inch of its life, they have an orange complexion, they're draped in New Look clothing and need leading around - if they're not led I think they would freeze until prompted to move or wander off and get lost. They do find a voice when they're being rabbit fucked above me morning, noon and night albeit a limited vocabulary. I can't distinguish between them visually or aurally, I know the girls are different because they vary in height.

All credit to him at the end of the day, whichever clone it happens to be this week, the man can can reach a phenomenal speed and maintain this speed for ten minutes or more, have a short break and straight back in the saddle. He does have enviable stamina.


I'll get my own back one of these weekends and then he'll realise why I have never patted him on the back...