So you might probably want to know how I look. I'm not swish, but nobody said anything about being ugly either. I dont smoke, I dont wear a leather jacket, and I read so I probably wont be classified in your list of cool friends. I could wear the same shirt you saw me wore yesterday and wouldnt give seven shades about your opinion. I like to be known as a lancashire lad, maybe thats why my favourite colours are black and brown.

I take a bus to work everyday. If I miss the 7.10 schedule, the next bus comes at 7.35 so I dont have much of choice. Its an hour and 10mins ride so its a drag if I dont have a book with me. I would stand for the first half hour and sit for the remainder.

I meet phonies in the bus everyday. You have a bloke that keeps changing seat every stop and a beer guzzling geezer that almost takes out the whole back row. There is also a baby that cries at exactly 730am and shuts up at 738am and screams in delight at 745am because the bus will pass by the esplanade which appears quite amusing to her which I dont know why.The two men that seats in front of me loves talking about photography and how one takes his camera to the wetlands every weekend to capture pictures of birds to stick up his room. Big deal.

I remember one primary student telling her friend about her composition entitled " The secret sparrow". It was a kid that couldnt let anyone look at her sparrow because she bought it with her own money. It killed me.

I pray that it wasnt a tremd that you go mad after 35 years old.

They like to show weird programmes on mobile.tv in the bus everyday. I was watching guinness world record and there was a man that got a record for kicking and breaking the most number of baseball bats in a minute. What a dick. They give records out for all sorts of nonsense. So what if you have strong hands, it probably mean you can wank faster than us. But football shits over baseball anyway.

I work full time in a printer company as an intern. Its Hewett Packet (HP) printers so its supposed to be top shit, but I fail to see that. I'm not exactly your most elegant, hardworking or initiative employee, but I get the job done. So basically, I go all the way to Alexandra Terrace everyday to test their printers.

Office politics are a drag. There are well bigger phonies in the office. I was told that my job held great importance and even had a name for it called safety net validation. But I really dont fucking understand because when I finished testing the printers, they are taken to be scrapped, phonies, really. One thing which I like about his job thought is that the printers have to be tested in various languages so we have native speakers coming in frequently to do translations and it made me appreciate the beauty of languages.

So if by any chance I could speak at least three european languages. I would probably go study pasta in Italy and them write about football hooligans in Britain.

At the same time, I might probably lead a group of thugs to beat up every man city fan.

But if Liam Gallagher happened to be their firm gaffer, it would be a mess.

So I would die fighting and maybe meet George Harrison and John Lennon.

And that would be swell.

But who said anything about liking scousers.

So which brings me back to the point of explaining why I'm still at my kitchen with the television still blaring and the amplifier still making a racket. Simple, I'm a slob, and a big one.

Life's okay for now, nothing fancy and nothing too mundane either, at least before I go to the army.

Its been a while since I wrote and this is a long and meaningless entry and you wont even understand half the shit that its written here. Its a drag, but it is my choice to write and yours to read.

So I'm pretty much talking like Holden Caulfield now, but who cares.

I might even go to New York someday,

But for now,

I'm running with scissors.

4/13/2008