Come Play... Phapping in the Office

I'm sat at work today waiting for the work to come in. It’s kind of nice really as it’s my first Sunday in a while where I'm not tearing my hair out being overloaded with work. Instead I have time to write, I could go through my uni notes and revise, but I'm already at work fuck sakes and I'm feeling just on that edge between wired and hung over and in this place it is very difficult to take in anything new.

As I sit here I think about last night, my friend got really sad because we were having a drinks party and her boyfriend went AWOL, apparently we’re not cool enough. I said a lot worse but I bloody well hope he’s not dead or I’d feel totes bad, but tbf that’s the only thing that could explain why he left. 

Either that or he’s just a penis.

I forgot what it was like to be in a bit of a weird relationship, she was so sad because he embarrassed her by saying he was going to go to the shops to get supplies and never came back. 

I’m sorry but it’s totally more, or equally at least, as embarrassing as to have a boyfriend on Facebook for 10 days, and then get Facebook dumped; in your twenties.

It’s funny when you’re more sad because of sheer humiliation than due to the loss, it just shows really how little it mattered.

Mind, these days I've realised, that smelly beards and greasy hair aren't that attractive anyway, and it’s hardly even alternative as everyone’s doing it. 

It won’t be long till the hipsters will be growing beards ‘ironically’.

But yeah, that’s all that’s really on my mind, aside from being in the workshop all next week, in my pure geet sexy overalls that has so many pockets it could star in its own porno. Marshall’s Aerospace logo n all. I think that might be fun, provided this hang over is fully shifted and I don’t end up drinking more tonight.

New year, Drunk me should be the saying.

 So far I have spent more time this year either hung over/inebriated than sober. Which is why I'm fat and covered in acne. 

On the upside I'm fucking hilarious, which is a requirement for the less physically fortunate portion of society.

Anyway, I should probably do some work, I wonder if I had a phap in the office if anyone would notice? 

Probably shouldn't, since I've written it on the internet.

Bye.