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Poor love
(now I feel like a nob for moaning about my armpits)
I wanna know why you are telling random strange people that your armpits hurt
No, no, you moan away my dear, I'm only too well aware of what it's like to live with chronic health problems. One person's problems do not diminish anothers.
But they can help keep them in perspective :yes:
Still, I'm on a roll whinging today, so I may as well have a whinge day, and then start afresh tomorrow
My Ipod has literally, just this second started working again. I have a zombie Ipod! The word "BRAAAINNNS!!" keeps flashing across the screen and it's.......well, it seems to be shambling towards me.......it's just bitten my ps2.....and it's eating the.........
ETA: Miffy: That's awful
Also that i can't get so many gigs to see A LOT of bands because they are small and therefore play small venues and bars.. or snobby venues.. or just all venues that are over 18's only. And i hate that in the whole big city of london there are TWO under 18's/all ages nights. TWO. on opposite sides of london. Means no seeing Yeti or Bromheads Jacket or Metro riots..
Oh and that when you call people they're never in. And you leave messages and they don't ring you back.
And the fact that people moan for months that you don't have a mobile phone.. and you get one and only one person bothers to contact you..
Like i say.. trival things.
I know, poor little sod. Eldest son is gutted but trying not to show it.
Feel a bit pathetic.
of course
what a way to start your training too
Shame for the driver though.
Talking to my fella this morning about when his [seemingly crazy, Jehova-loving] father disowned him and moved back to Sicily after his mum died. Made me feel like a dick, too, since I'd previously been moaning about far less important things in the past. Argh.
still....daft place to sit. Quite a few drivers my dad has known have actually quit the job when they've hit someone....even when it was suicide. But technically, it's not the drivers fault cause you can hardly stop a train like you can a car.
Yup, one for the Darwin Awards.
Yeah, it's awful.
And the cleaners who have to scrape the meat off the train back in the shed.
And today I found out (by someone else) that he's moving away to another town where he found a job..
That's terrible.
What made me sad today was that it was my last day at work experience, still does mean that I don't have to deal with other peoples' snot...
I want to go outttttt!