what is it with me?and thursday's "drag my arse out"shopping trip?

i stagger out of bed,
aching and totally un-rested.

and from then on,
until catching the bus home,
i'm running on auto-pilot.

get my porridge,
cup of tea,
quickly chased by a strong coffee.

get a bath,
get dressed,
get out,
catch the bus.
bank.
morrisons.

screaming kids,
fat dollops,
bulging,exposed,
spotty,wrinkled,TITS.
the ones that you really don't care to ogle.

morrisons savers.
yeah,
i had some.
i DO wonder about the REAL cost though.
poverty,sweat-shops,cheap labour,
lower quality etc.
but wtf?
i'm old.
and i count my pennies.

and then,
finally,
thankfully,
the bus ride home.

day-dreaming,
gazing out of the window.
people,
kites, soaring, seem so out of place some how.
so unfair.
pariahs of the shooting fraternity.
boys and their toys.

as the world,
AND the cars,
scream relentlessly by.

maybe it's the satisfaction felt within,
of "jib-done".
jesus!
JOB done.
anyway!
get home,
get un-packed.
get cooking.
get packing up.
get ready for work.

grind!

grind!

grind!

"and the beats goes on".
tum tee tum.

lardthing caught my bus today.
such is life.


just two more shifts,
then weekend.

a bf play maybe,

a five day break,
7 ltrs of frosty jack.

and i talk too much.

later perhaps.

ciao!

erixter wrote:

lardthing caught my bus today.
such is life.