i know i'm turning into mush as i type but i aint appolagisin for it, i could not have been happier. and the year and a month old baby we were sitting was a delight.
okay okay i promise not to jam up my blog with this sorta stuff but this one had to be said!
i was sacked from my job the monday just gone and tomorra is my last day. why was i sacked? because the bastards coudnt grind me down and i woudnt jump every time they said frog! anyway i'm over it, goin for a pint of black sheep after my shift. its like what someone at work said the other week-if your having an amazing social/love life or whatever outta work, work is most likely gonna be shit! its litteraly like you can't have both, finding a balance is near impossible. an lo an behold what happens to me? i get sacked then have possibly the best weekend of my life with an absolutely fantastyczny lady.
anyway they can go nannas, the owners and bosses are massive kwonts who do fuck all for there staff and grab at the money like scrooge on crack. i've been saying this for ages ha ha you can ask anybody. onwards and upwards!
DON'T LET THE BASTARDS GRIND YOU DOWN! thats one thing i've learnt.
this man knows what i'm talkin about
but what a weekend!
as long as you have a good time, thats all that matters.
this man knows what i'm talkin about
brought to you by everything i've up there i've just splurged at you,
thoughts of an upcoming visit to mile end,
good times,
and and fucken and (as they were named prior to 'the commitments'!
lots of love
elrossiter x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
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