Me & My Shit!!
After careful consideration, I've decided this page will be updated quite often telling you my unwanted opinions, on stuff you don't particularly care about.
On the upside, I'm going to try and make it interesting. Or as interesting as the things I think of could possibly be, at least.
First though, a quick natter about me to let you all know who I am exactly.
Me me me me me....
About me
Right. I thought I may as well conform to the usual thing and tell you a bit about myself.
Well, I'm from sunny sunny Lancashire in England, and I have a family (no shit Sherlock), which consists of, me, my brother, my mum and my dad.
How can someone write something about themselves without sounding like a stuck up attention seeking twat? No seriously, how?
So skipping Quickly ahead:
Me and my highly excited friend there.
I'm the one on the right, by the way. I was being sarcastic about him being happy.
That was the night we went to see Marilyn Manson! That guy fucking rocks. His support acts were fantastic too. Disturbed & Godhead
I think I was most damaged During the Disturbed Concert. Most of the crowd fell over, and I was one of the ones who came out of it hurt. Who feels pain when at a concert like that though? I do have some pictures to put up. I promise I'll get around to it, but you'll all be severely disappointed.
That's it for today I think.
22nd February 2001 - [18:59]
Jesus Christ! What a shit day I've had!
Do you know what I hate? Boss's, Dad's and... erm, Carpet.
Ok, I don't hate carpet. I just thought It would've sounded better with three things, rather than two.
My boss is a numpty! I'm telling you, he is. He cracks jokes to my expense to make others (visitors) laugh. Obviously I put him in his place by reminding him if it wasn't for me, his practice would be doing a steady 60mph down the crapper.
"Why would it?", I imagine you're asking yourselves right now. "How could one 19 year old lad, from Lancashire, possibly stop a practice from going down the severely steep crap pipe?"
Well, When business got slow (Damn you Christmas! Stop sucking our clients dry! We need their money!), the funds began to get a little on the low side. He had to make redundant, one of my colleagues. Since then, the business has picked up again, the redundant fellow has a better, highly paid job with less hours, and Me and my boss (Yes that's right. There's only two of us) have been swamped with work.
So if I leave, he's forced to do all this work by himself. And most of it, he can't do himself anyway. Bless my knowledge, for it keeps me in a job.
And my dad, well, he's put a phone ban on me. Lousy £180 bill. That's only a month, maybe I deserve it. Oh well, by the time you read this, it's obvious I've worn him down into telling me.
Besides that. my day has been average.
I'm going to go and find some links, as soon as he's taken the damn thing off.
Bye for now,