Weird.
Strange.
Odd.
Just like you.
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This should be my second and final entry for November.
I'm at work.
'Tis my first day on a new schedule. 2:30 in the friggin' morning. Thursday-Friday off. Had the option to be on the 8:30pm slot but... why the heck did I choose this? Why, for Christmas trees and fireworks of course! Then I complain.
(Insert rants here.)
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A few firsts:
1. This is my first day on the 2:30am slot.
2. Yesterday was the first time I ever bought grocery for the family.
3. T'was also my first time to have paid for grocery wit' my own money.
4. Today is my first time to bring a lunchbox to work. Cute? Err. Not quite.
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My right arm hurts like crap. And it shakes like a pair of maracas. Ya see, I played badminton yesterday and though t'was a good cardio workout... I'm poofed and my body aches.
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I have a poem called "Ditching 7" waiting to be posted and another poem called "Fucking Girls" waiting to be written. Lately, poetry seems to be my only form of release. I would love to write and create songs again. Now, if I only had a darn idea how Reason would work through MIDI.
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December is a guillotine.
But hey, 'tis rollin' in like a juggernaut...
and there ain't no stopping it.
So lemme hear each one o' y'all scream...
HELLO DECEMBER!
Soundtrack of the moment: Gorecki - Lamb
I'm here at the office. Got here two hours early.
Why you ask?
The Americans have adjusted their clocks.
Again.
So I've decided to create an entry. First entry o' the month. Dunno what the hell I'ma write about.
Ah. Just go wit' the flow.
'Tis been raining a lot lately. It coats the atmosphere with a chilly blanket. Turned cold breeze into something colder. And what do I have to say 'bout this? Great. Excellent. You can even provide your own positive adjective here. I am ecstatic about the rain. There is something quite soothing about it. The sound it makes when it hits the ground. The smell of everything after the rain stops. My parents have noticed how it rains a lot around the week that is All Souls' Day. It may rain the week before, the week after or on All Souls' Day itself. True. I have noticed this too. My parents say the heavens are blessing the dead. Oh my. I oughta get me wet wit' some o' that rain. I am dead inside and I need all the blessings I could get.
For November, I promised myself that I will try to hear mass every Sunday. In fact, I went to church last Sunday. I was impressed. The priest said humility comes from the word "humus" which means soil. Cool. Now I say, mix that with water and you get mud. Err. This line hasn't got anything to do with the rest of this paragraph. However, it gives you... dear reader... a reason to sling mud at me.
Fire away.
I failed to attend Cream but I'm fine. I've got other things to look forward to. November appears to be a very good month. Wishful thinking.
Thirty minutes to go 'til my shift starts.
Lotsa time but I hafta scram.
And you should too.
See ya later.
Soundtrack of the moment: Bloc Party - Pioneers
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