I actually had some breakfast today, for a change
It saves me spending money I don't have when I get to work. it consisted of toast and 'butter' and a slice of stress, no, make that 4 slices of stress.

I had to hold the cats bowl while he ate his food as he has a lampshade collar on. The other cat wouldn't fuck off, so it made it a lot more hassle. Then there was no butter for my toast, so I had toast with the last scraping of butter I could extract from the battered foil.

I decided to get the bus as the train has been late, or half the size it normally is for the past few days. This gave us all Alton Tower style thrills as we tried to crush onto a Mumbai Train Simulator. I ended up with my face mere inches from a fabulous set of pink globes, too close to look I may add, which was no good. Still, excellent weather for frotting! Anyway, the bus was fucking slow, bumpy and late, like it normally is. The 200 yard stretch that houses 7 sets of traffic lights saw to that.

Arrived in work, late, again, to be told about a meeting regarding my workload and how they plan to increase it, as they feel I don't have enough to do. I want to stand up and walk the fuck out of here, but my wife would kick my irresponsible balls till they resembled pork medallions.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Wed 3 Mar 2010, 9:11, Reply)