Its Official
I thought 2005 was bad, but 2006 sucks and that’s official……
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Monday, February 06, 2006
Just how much is too much?
Just how much is too much?
You can ask yourself this question about almost anything in your life; believe me I have been for the past week.
Is the stress and strain that YOU place yourself too much, or maybe it’s the stress and strain that your partner places upon you?
Is that last sprinkle of salt you placed on your meal the one that’s going to cause you to have a bad heart?
Is the motorist you showed two fingers to going to find it too much and chase you and get you involved in a road rage incident?
Is the person that you thought you recognised the other day and smiled at, in fact a mad rapist/murderer?
Is the last thing you brought too much for your bank/ credit card account?
So is too much a negative statement? Surely not after all the very statement Too much means that you have plenty. So what do you have to complain about?
Too much time? But if you have to little does this mean that your life is at an end?
Too much money. Then you will spend your time worrying about it or trying to stop anyone else having any of it.
Too much sex? Makes you want to sleep, sweat and smell.
Too much debut, well hopefully you had fun spending what you did not have in the first place.
The moral of these questions.
I want to %£!! a certain someone but my brain will not let me. Bugger, see it’s my brain that I have too much off. Does this make me clever, or an idiot? Maybe it’s what makes me human. But I have been told I'm an unfeeling inhuman brute.
I’m so confused.
You can ask yourself this question about almost anything in your life; believe me I have been for the past week.
Is the stress and strain that YOU place yourself too much, or maybe it’s the stress and strain that your partner places upon you?
Is that last sprinkle of salt you placed on your meal the one that’s going to cause you to have a bad heart?
Is the motorist you showed two fingers to going to find it too much and chase you and get you involved in a road rage incident?
Is the person that you thought you recognised the other day and smiled at, in fact a mad rapist/murderer?
Is the last thing you brought too much for your bank/ credit card account?
So is too much a negative statement? Surely not after all the very statement Too much means that you have plenty. So what do you have to complain about?
Too much time? But if you have to little does this mean that your life is at an end?
Too much money. Then you will spend your time worrying about it or trying to stop anyone else having any of it.
Too much sex? Makes you want to sleep, sweat and smell.
Too much debut, well hopefully you had fun spending what you did not have in the first place.
The moral of these questions.
I want to %£!! a certain someone but my brain will not let me. Bugger, see it’s my brain that I have too much off. Does this make me clever, or an idiot? Maybe it’s what makes me human. But I have been told I'm an unfeeling inhuman brute.
I’m so confused.
Shrinking Clothes
Shrinking Clothes.
Tell me do you ever have one of those days when all you want to do is pull someone's tongue out of their mouth to see how far it would stretch?
Well 2006, so far sucks. More and move I find myself having to sit on my temper. When all I really want to do is above (preferably several feet).
Yesterday I spent all day with my dearly beloved wife tiding up our bedroom and throwing out the crap from our wardrobes. I have been trying to get the wife to sort hers out for months, and yesterday she came up with the idea that we should both sort them out.
I'm ashamed to say that I filled up three big black plastic bags full of clothes that for some reason had shrunk in the wardrobe. Not for a minute do I want you to think that I might have put weight on mind you. How can someone as perfect as me, ever get fat or should that be FAT or even FAT.
No I'm convinced the bloody clothes have shrunk in the wardrobe.
To make matters even worst have you ever checked your cupboards? In mine I found 11 new shirts never even been taken out of the plastic wrappers, 3 new pairs of trousers, hell I even found a new parka coat. More new underpants than our local branch of ASDA has in stock and socks, well they best not be counted. Needless to say that several trip to the local recycling dump were carried out and there's even one more planned.
Writing about the dump reminded me, I live in a remote part of the country, Cornwall to be exact. So how come at 1330 on a Sunday in the deepest part of Cornwall there is a queue to the local dump stretching all the way back to the main highway?
Is it that as a nation we are becoming more aware of the issues of recycling or is it more as I suspect a case of disposing of things in the right place due to the fear of being caught fly tipping? and receiving the excessive fine that goes with getting caught.
Still I'm transgressing (must be because I'm typing this at work), back to the important things in life.
How do I take my revenge on life, taxes, the system, the wife, the girl next door, the motorist who carved me up the other day and all the other things and people who every day raise my blood pressure and annoy me.
Come on, you must have some ideas on how I can return the aggravation????????
Tell me do you ever have one of those days when all you want to do is pull someone's tongue out of their mouth to see how far it would stretch?
Well 2006, so far sucks. More and move I find myself having to sit on my temper. When all I really want to do is above (preferably several feet).
Yesterday I spent all day with my dearly beloved wife tiding up our bedroom and throwing out the crap from our wardrobes. I have been trying to get the wife to sort hers out for months, and yesterday she came up with the idea that we should both sort them out.
I'm ashamed to say that I filled up three big black plastic bags full of clothes that for some reason had shrunk in the wardrobe. Not for a minute do I want you to think that I might have put weight on mind you. How can someone as perfect as me, ever get fat or should that be FAT or even FAT.
No I'm convinced the bloody clothes have shrunk in the wardrobe.
To make matters even worst have you ever checked your cupboards? In mine I found 11 new shirts never even been taken out of the plastic wrappers, 3 new pairs of trousers, hell I even found a new parka coat. More new underpants than our local branch of ASDA has in stock and socks, well they best not be counted. Needless to say that several trip to the local recycling dump were carried out and there's even one more planned.
Writing about the dump reminded me, I live in a remote part of the country, Cornwall to be exact. So how come at 1330 on a Sunday in the deepest part of Cornwall there is a queue to the local dump stretching all the way back to the main highway?
Is it that as a nation we are becoming more aware of the issues of recycling or is it more as I suspect a case of disposing of things in the right place due to the fear of being caught fly tipping? and receiving the excessive fine that goes with getting caught.
Still I'm transgressing (must be because I'm typing this at work), back to the important things in life.
How do I take my revenge on life, taxes, the system, the wife, the girl next door, the motorist who carved me up the other day and all the other things and people who every day raise my blood pressure and annoy me.
Come on, you must have some ideas on how I can return the aggravation????????
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