The only positive i can think of with regards to early shifts is that the peasants in my suburb haven’t had a chance to set the daily smouldering fire that is the cigarette part of the rubbish bin at the top of the stairs before heading down into the underground station. Trust me when i tell you that there is nothing quite like the smell of burning tar-soaked filters to get you focused on the day ahead. Tantalises the nose hairs…
I slept like a baby last night…..in two hour intervals interrupted by inexplicable crying fits before shitting my pants and smiling…
Every now and then i forget how to breathe. I know it sounds like a family guy episode gone wrong. “Hey Lois! This is worse than that time i forgot how to breathe!” But seriously i do. It’s only certain situations that trigger it and i’m not always aware. It may be like a really hot chick sitting next to me on a tube or something and i become really conscious about breathing. Just act normal. Wait what are you doing? Are you breathing heavier? She’s going to know you think she’s hot! Stop it! Breathe normally! etc. And no matter how hard i try i can’t make it return to normal. I start breathing in and doing this “In…one Mississippi…two Mississippi…out!” crap.
"I'll give ya a dose, but it'll never come close to the rage built up inside of me"
"I lost touch with reality, now my personality is an unwanted commodity..."
"Now the flame that burns twice as bright, burns only half as long!"
"I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, i know you will be a star in somebody elses sky, but why can't it be mine?"
