Too much coffee and cigarettes...? This is what you get...

Ok, so here I am, sitting in the office at half six on a Friday evening. "What?!" I hear you say, "So late?!"... But these are the joys of a temporary worker. You take what hours you can get in this god damn recession, and you're bloody well gonna be grateful for it too! Though there are perks... Not having to get out of bed until 11am is definitely one of them. Downsides being working for six hours a day on an hourly wage ain't exactly gonna pay much. But it could be worse. I work for a damn fine company.

In other news, I'm feckin off to Belfast for the weekend. Fun, frolics, and really cheap random stuff... Hehehe... Should be good fun all round really.

To be honest, there's nothing particularly interesting to report, except for my amusement this morning at some poor fella in the car showroom... There he is, drooling over some insanely expensive BMW, and all of a sudden, I walk past... His face was glued to the window for five minutes solid... Now whether this was in disgust or delight, I really don't know. Though my self esteem doesn't much fancy the former, so I'm rooting for the latter here. There's something so very satisfying about wearing a silk dress and heels to work on casual Friday... I wonder why!

Also, my apologies for not updating sooner... To be honest, there's no real excuse... Just the fact that (are y'all listening?) I have a life! This is a very recent development, one at which I am incredibly shocked. Work, menial chores at home, and actual social gatherings... (I'm hoping gaming counts for this, otherwise there's two nights a week that I just can't justify!!!) Its shocking, I know guys... But yours truly has actually found something to do with herself... (In the least obscene way possible, I'll have you know!) Its quite astounding... :o

I may be rambling, but this is the product of coffee, cigarettes, and a really quiet evening... Cos lets be honest, who the hell rings the office at 6.30 on a Friday evening?! *twitch* Yeah, definitely too much coffee.

There are so many very controversial news topics to cover... But given that I've spent my entire day on http://www.independent.ie/ and http://www.iht.com/, its all become mashed together into one big, massive smoosh of random information... So fuck it, I'm not going to bother today. Lets assume that if something hasn't stuck concrete in my mind, it obviously didn't incense me enough to be worth talking about in the first place.

And to Heck, who complained to the monkey about me not updating - You forgot the banana, so his stance on the topic was along the lines of "oooohooo oooh" - Roughly translated as "Fck yu biatch, fck you". I should really start teaching the monkey how to spell properly.

There's a good idea, I'll go teach the monkey basic English. That should keep me occupied until 7pm!

Laters!

Let the mayhem commence

Well, here we are.... I have finally succumbed to all the peer pressure, and become my worst nightmare... The dreaded blogger! And so, in my infinite wisdom, this is going to be the blog of dark... pink... fluffiness! Most likely to be fuelled by caffeine and sleep deprivation. I can't promise to be frequent with my updates... I can't promise to be entertaining... I can't promise to be interesting... Well, really, there's very little I can promise. But rest assured (cos I'm sure you're very worried about this) I shall remain constantly entertained by my own ramblings. And that, my dear, is by far the most important part of all this. Why, you ask? Because I'm bored. And tired. And therefore am funny... to myself at least. I'm sure at some point I'll happen across some controversial issue which will spur me on to unleash a ranting diatribe upon you. But hey, it's all in good fun! :)
I may also occasionally unleash my story writing... For this I apologise in advance, but it fills the spaces, so please direct all issues to the complaints department. Make sure you offer the monkey on the front desk a banana first though, otherwise you're likely to find yourself lost among the many filing cabinets of reports that we just don't care to read right now. Have fun with that.
Until the next time... Adieu