This Motherf*cking Virus
Week three of another lockdown and I’ve started writing a work of kinda-fiction, because why not. Also part two of the months post, because the other one got stuck and I can’t be arsed fucking ’round with it when contining in a new one is, easier.
Queen of the Hive
This months post will not be all about her but really, she’s pretty engaging: though I’ll use words like “Cute” and “Feisty” as descriptors for Amanda, she’s more complicated than that – the reason she’s central to the plot recently is that she’s central to the cleaning.
“You’re a good boy..”
Maybe a tiny bit patronizing, sure, but she’s lovely: both supervisors love me, which is all that really matters when you’re boxed in a site with someone day in and out so really, the people I want to love me already do and the only ones who don’t are those I haven’t spent time with or the few boring ones who have no personality anyway – the grinners.
No wait, hang-on, fuckit..
I’m still exhausted and it’s Monday tomorrow: maybe because I’ve not done anything yesterday or today dunno, but the school disco was on Friday afternoon so there’ll doubtless be even more work than usual.
Goodbye Katoomba!
It’s genuinely too hot lately to give a shit and I figured out what I hate most about hot weather: you never, never get to just feel fresh for a day when it’s hot – the moment you wash yourself you’re sweating again and washing your clothes is almost pointless but you’ve still gotta do it to eliminate the filth and stink.
Tis the season, so I’m told..
Never feels like it though, since there’s never any reason to pretend to be jolly when most other people actually are as I spend yet another christmas alone. As compensation of course, I had no qualms about spending over $900 on a personal upgrade as my christmas present with everything from a new smart watch and my favorite armani cologne to over a dozen new merino tops, bottoms, socks and underwear from macpac which genuinely did make me not care much about spending christmas day alone, smelling myself, rubbing myself and eating like a pig.
No sleep for me..
I start work, cut groovy animals out of shrubs in the ex’s yard, start annoying my supervisor for more work and I dunno the month has only begun so this excerpt will be rewritten towards the end.
I’ve got my job back bitches! 😝
I become re-employed by my last employer right as I finish-up at the nursery and begin carving pretty things out of wood again.
When the world gives you dumb bunnies..
This starting new posts has always shat me: it’s just pft until I’ve actually started inhabiting the post with things and it’s started taking on a tone, so I’ll just stuff this dumb bunny into the featured image slot until I’ve got a proper one. A proper featured image, not a proper bunny. Sunday, 1st […]
I’ll have my fuckin job back now!
There’s a pretty photo of a flowering ahhh mm I can’t remember the fuckers name because I’m not a plant nerd and quite content to remain that way, but Verity and many of the others are plant nerds and she loves this shrub: apparently various parts can and are used as an indigo dye. Thursday, […]
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