Finding A Way

I think I’ve got a pretty addictive personality. I mean I’m not addicted to alcohol or drugs apart from cigarettes but I’ve got this weird thing where I get into shit for periods of time until I waste all my interest in that subject and find a new thing to be interested in. This interest always has to do with tv I think. It’s the lazy bastard in me I reckon. I go from show to show and love story to love story getting entranced in stupid shit that isn’t even real. It’s ridiculous really.

It transfers to real life for me aswell sometimes I mean. There’s these two people in work and they’re both very nice on their own but they decided to go on a date. Now this annoys me for various reasons.

1. I have a certain way I like my day to go. This doesn’t really have room for bullshit kissing and awkwardness in the stockroom and shit.

And secondly it’s fucking weird that people on my floor are seeing each other. I don’t know it’s not that big of a deal really. I also have this problem where I have to be right about certain facts even though the argument is useless and has no bearing on my life what so ever. The other week in work the girls in the canteen were talking about their favourite brands of chocolate and how cadbury’s or nestlé is the best. It comes up anyway that Malteser’s are made by Cadbury’s. So i say they aren’t and she says they are. So I say they fucking are not. And four girls laughed at me. There were no Maltesers in the vending machine so I went to the shop and bought a packet. Malteser’s are made by Mars. When I showed them this. They looked at me and called me a sap. I was right they were wrong, I won.

Although I was victorious I started to wonder why I give a fuck about these sort of things. And I came to this conclusion. Because they fucking matter. It matters what company make malteser’s, it matters what the capital of Albania is, it matters that there were originally four members in Destiny’s Child, it matters that Tayto’s in Ireland and Northern Ireland have different logos. It all fucking matters and anyone who says otherwise is a clown doctor.

I’m looking forward to California and seeing Nelly. We will have the buzz.

I’m listening to The Loved Ones, Slingshot, No Turing Back and the Smoking Popes.

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