enthralling

You wish your weekend was as action-packed as mine.

No, I joke, I actually did nothing at all, and I’m not exaggerating. On Saturday I watched my lazy way through three films in the afternoon (Zodiac, Factory Girl, Blood Diamond) and today I sat on my slowly-widening ass playing internets ’til it all became too much for me and I had to take a much-needed nap on the floor.

Oh, the endless thrills.

I remember the days when I used to have a life. They were good days. Now, even a mild day of sitting and munching idly is enough to send me into a veritable coma on the lounge-room floor by three p.m.

I used to be wild. I used to be outta control. What happened?

Well, I do drink far less…

patience

I long to be patient and satisfied with that whole notion of ‘all good things come to those who…whatever.’

 I dont want things now, I want them last week, if possible.

Just call me ‘Veruca, darling…’

On a seperate note, they are attmpting to give me more responsibility at work, for the same pay, of course. Anyone who knows me knows I shrink from any kind of responsibility in a work-type environment. Perhaps I lack faith in myself, but hell, that is why I am a temp, for goodness sake.

Who knows? Perhaps I will shine? I am thinking of taking it, if only to escape those endless files and premiuim notices. And that wretched, wretched stapler, that has my name on it’s side and my blood on it’s teeth.

domesticity

Today I spurn the good weather and instead turn inwards, into the dark, cave-like structure that is my house.

 Oh yes, it’s cleaning day.

Ignore the dazzling sun and endless, unmarred blue sky. There are surfaces to be scrubbed! Carpets to be vacumed! Floors to be mopped!

I will not rest until it shines.

 I was thinking earlier of travelling to my old stomping grounds and taking a peek at the Surry Hills festival (which I prefer to refer to as the Yuppie Hills festival), but the notion of being surrounded by innumerable young professionals and trendy types made me think twice about this.

And I reasoned that I would rather clean my toilet.

Skiving

I have taken a day off work.

Thats right, I am a malingering skiver, I know.

It begin with my fateful tumble down the steps this morning, wherein I sort of hurt myself but more just lost faith in mankind, hard-work, discipline and other righteous pursuits like that.

I just couldn’t muster the entusiasm, gusto or gumption to recover from that tumble, and the thought of running about that corporate-paperguzzling-hellhole for 7.5 hours today with a kind of tender ankle a more tender constitution was intolerable.

(Basic job description- sort and staple thousands of sheets of paper, hundreds of dead trees passing through my hands daily, trees that could have had more noble deaths, could have given their lives to become books, to enrich and feed minds, instead, expiring to remind people that they need to pay their insurance premiums. I also file endless files, only to remove them again the next day and file them again the day after. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat forever.)

Instead- daytime television beckons. The promise of cleaning the house and taking a long bath thrills me. I feel bad, but good at the same time.

Damned skiver.

Rum and pork chops

Strange mix, I know.

I hate the first post.

One never knows what to say or how to begin.

I think I may say something silly, or boring, or usual.

And I wouldn’t want that.

All I want is a place to practise correct spelling, punctuation and grammar. Correct me if you will, I love it. I need it.

I’ve got so many words and I want them all to be perfect.