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I barley ever see my dad . Some people say that's really bad . But he's in work from dawn . Till dust . And he never sees me but I think he must . I went to his work one day .
S S L L O O B B B B E E R R Everywhere S S L L O O B B B B E...
#colour A purple circle Yellow in the middle From whence it came Is a bit of a riddle It hurts a bit I have to say And it wasn't there Yesterday It flowered this morning Until now, unseen It's...
On a serious note (real life stuff), I had a lovely day today. I didn't want much fuss because last year (my 30th) was such a huge let down. I planned nothing and expected nothing and it was perfect.
October 1850 somewhere near London. Upon her tenth birthday, Phillipa Fitzpatrick, like most others her age, was taken out of her school to instead be home-schooled.
"Jordan. Jordan. Jordan!" I spun on my heels, looking to see who called my name. "JORDANJORDANJORDANJORDANJORDAN-" I sighed. "Whhaaat?" My friend Katy stood, grinning, a mischievous look on her face.
#augustwriteaday 20-8-12 Well it's been a while. Thought I'd start to write a kind of diary, something I haven't done in a while.
I'm watching the robots. Doing their thing. Some made of metal. Some made of skin. Transporting parts. From this place to that. Metal ones orange. Skinny ones fat. Perpetual motion. Must be a chore.
You know, if you were to ask me what 2 + 2 was, I would say 4. So would you. But I used to know this accountant fellah, and he asked me the same question. I said "4".
Hmm.... What's that grumbling noise i'm starting to hear. I think i'm feeling rather hungry or so it would appear. My tummy is telling me that it's time for me to have a snack.
Awoke today at ten to five Body aching, barely alive Glance in the mirror, pain has begun Result of an afternoon in the sun Off to work, I'm sure I'll pay Excess of a drunken Fathers Day I'll try to...
Opuss is a happy factory This I've come to see, Even though there sometimes is The odd outbreak of melancholy. People band together to help each other In a way so civilised.
A blonde and brunette works in a coffee shop but theirs no business around so they watch the tv in the back. They were watching the 6:00 news . The news was about a man who jumped off a cliff.
I'm so bloody knackered, I Can't hardly think, Everything's an effort, I haven't slept a wink. My footsteps are dragging, Work is just a slog, The clock's ticking slower, My mind is just a fog.
An old lady at work has dementia but she always seems happy.
Where do the hours between five and eleven go.
I'm home for the holidays and I went to my mom's retirement ceremony.