from very high to very low.
all it takes would be a block of tofu gone bad.
My life is in the worst mess ever and yet i'm probably the most chilled.
and doing anything and everything i want.
and it becomes a vicious cycle, where it all spirals out of my control.
I play my life like a game of rescue the beagles.
Now I know how to play it everytime I know i've done something slightly wrong I press escape.
and I start over.
Sometimes I last just one level and then I fuck up and i start over.
Sometimes I last till level 7 when primarius comes out and goes hueeeeeuueueeueueuu! and then it all gets really hectic and I die anyway.
Same thing repeats itself. again and again and a.gain. then my eyes hurt so I stop
and think, never playing this ever again, what a f***ing waste of time.
then I'm at work, or to be more precise, when i'm supposed to be looking for more work, which is something that I dont like to do. then i'm like, a game of rescue the beagles sounds good. and i do the same old thing again.
at first it seems pretty new, but everytime I play for the first time in a while, it's slightly less new and a little more expectant.
and when primarius kills me, it's so over again.
and deep down I know that i'm never going to be one of the world recuers.
Either life is just like a game of rescue the beagles, or I play life just like i play it.
I had a fag and felt like i'd throw up, arthur got me an amazing quiche which the fag sort of took away the effects of.
then prepared this amazing presentation for an interview for more jobs, rehearsed to the T. and then it all blew up in my face.
didnt even get to whip out my flash cards. Crap interview. But had an order for cakes, JOY! baked some cakes with Katie, and decided to go free style on apple custard cakes. custard explosion on arm. Burn. BAD. Freestyling cakes ALSO BAD. cakes erupting like a volcano, very bad. getting pissed off and blowing cash you havent even made on a dinner out, sort of bad but satisfactory. realising you had your recipe book all along in your kitchen cupboard and not your new flat. STUPID.
All in all, I give this day an F.
My life draws trig graphs these days. SO we can expecta a range of D_A tomorrow.
I'll be going up and down 45 steps A LOT.
and in the morning delivering cakes. so I predict a C+. which is better than average.
F.
all it takes would be a block of tofu gone bad.
My life is in the worst mess ever and yet i'm probably the most chilled.
and doing anything and everything i want.
and it becomes a vicious cycle, where it all spirals out of my control.
I play my life like a game of rescue the beagles.
Now I know how to play it everytime I know i've done something slightly wrong I press escape.
and I start over.
Sometimes I last just one level and then I fuck up and i start over.
Sometimes I last till level 7 when primarius comes out and goes hueeeeeuueueeueueuu! and then it all gets really hectic and I die anyway.
Same thing repeats itself. again and again and a.gain. then my eyes hurt so I stop
and think, never playing this ever again, what a f***ing waste of time.
then I'm at work, or to be more precise, when i'm supposed to be looking for more work, which is something that I dont like to do. then i'm like, a game of rescue the beagles sounds good. and i do the same old thing again.
at first it seems pretty new, but everytime I play for the first time in a while, it's slightly less new and a little more expectant.
and when primarius kills me, it's so over again.
and deep down I know that i'm never going to be one of the world recuers.
Either life is just like a game of rescue the beagles, or I play life just like i play it.
I had a fag and felt like i'd throw up, arthur got me an amazing quiche which the fag sort of took away the effects of.
then prepared this amazing presentation for an interview for more jobs, rehearsed to the T. and then it all blew up in my face.
didnt even get to whip out my flash cards. Crap interview. But had an order for cakes, JOY! baked some cakes with Katie, and decided to go free style on apple custard cakes. custard explosion on arm. Burn. BAD. Freestyling cakes ALSO BAD. cakes erupting like a volcano, very bad. getting pissed off and blowing cash you havent even made on a dinner out, sort of bad but satisfactory. realising you had your recipe book all along in your kitchen cupboard and not your new flat. STUPID.
All in all, I give this day an F.
My life draws trig graphs these days. SO we can expecta a range of D_A tomorrow.
I'll be going up and down 45 steps A LOT.
and in the morning delivering cakes. so I predict a C+. which is better than average.
F.
