i hate my job
Does anyone want to offer me a new one
Please!
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
This year.....
So far this year has been a much of muchness and much the same as last year without a big family bereavement and a big disciplinary at work. Been doing too many hours at work, been spending an inordinate amount of time on Sheffield United message boards, getting too drunk at Sheffield United matches, and got a new interest in my life. In keeping with the sad existance i sometimes lead i've taken up internet Poker, sometimes with some success and but mainly 'm just breaking even.
Well first things first Sheffield United appear to be cocking it all up again this year. Been to quite a few games so far and in each and every one i've been aboslutely bollocksed at the end of the evening and in most cases i have made an arse of myself. The stunts i have pulled include visiting an ex who had been texting me quite a bit after i had spilt up with Jemma, guaranteed action i thought provided i retained the ability to copulate and Mr Softee hadn't come to town. The fact of the matter was i never got the chance to test if i was able to copulate and she sent me home as i stank like a brewery. Me being me never reached my destination and ended up calling one of my mates who just happened to be drinking in town, and as luck would have it i had to cross Sheffield to get home. To cut a long story short i ended up hammered in flares and to make matters worse the proverbial ten-ton tessie was photographed getting off with me and the picture has been circulated. I've done loads of other stupid stuff whilst in the ultimate state of refreshment after Sheffield United matches, including falling out with friends and family, falling over, and making a general arse of myself. I've been resolving to improve my post-football behaviour but it just doesn't seem to be happening and my right hand seems drawn to a pint pot. Like it or lump it. I go to watch Sheffield United matches, end up steaming, and make a arse of myself.
Jemma is now a footnote in my life, another bird who came, i kind of fell in love with and it ended up going a bit Pete Tong. There has been loads of lasses over the last few years. Brummie Sue at Butlin's was one i can remember well. A couple of good months shagging about went out of the window as i became loved up, she loved me for all my faults, which at the time was (and quite possibly are now) numerous. I remembered Sally and the long hot summer of 2003, the nights up at hers when she played a game of how long could i watch Buffy for before falling asleep as i wanted sleep with her, sex was the price, as it happened it was counter-productive as on more than one occasion i ended up having sex with her imagining i was having sex with Sarah Michelle Gellar, and Sarah Michelle Gellar was great as well. As it happens i saw Sally the other week in the Leadmill, she took great delight in being all over this bloke right in front of me trying to get a reaction, i did nothing and recieved a drunken 5am answerphone message from her asking me how i was getting on. The one big co-incidence in the splits between me and Sally and me and Jemma has been both have been pre-empted by away fixtures with West Ham United.
I just know this is going to turn in to one big depressing blog about the failure of my lovelife, and fuck it, so be it.
I had a one night stand the other weekend, its funny that i had one, the older you get and wiser you are, the more you feel like you have used and abused as well as used and abused someone else. I don't know if it this is the right way to feel about it though, sometimes i just think a one night stand is two people satisfying mutual needs of having sex. If it is then its great, lets have more one night stands, let the world shag themselves and each other stupid, just as long as i get the chance to shag Sarah Michelle Gellar, Cheryl Tweedy and get to have Joss Stone as a thirtyith birthday suprise.
My best mate Les is getting married in a couple of years, he has just got engaged and i have been harrassing him about best man duties to the point where i have self-appointed myself although i reckon he will ask Michael his brother although there is a good chance i could be chairman of the stag party committee. I'm not saying anything about it but i think Les knows that a stag night organised by my good self will probably involve some high jinks fuelled by a high consumption level of Alcohol.
Thats enough for the time being although there should be some more stuff coming through soon, or as soon as i can get round to it.
Well first things first Sheffield United appear to be cocking it all up again this year. Been to quite a few games so far and in each and every one i've been aboslutely bollocksed at the end of the evening and in most cases i have made an arse of myself. The stunts i have pulled include visiting an ex who had been texting me quite a bit after i had spilt up with Jemma, guaranteed action i thought provided i retained the ability to copulate and Mr Softee hadn't come to town. The fact of the matter was i never got the chance to test if i was able to copulate and she sent me home as i stank like a brewery. Me being me never reached my destination and ended up calling one of my mates who just happened to be drinking in town, and as luck would have it i had to cross Sheffield to get home. To cut a long story short i ended up hammered in flares and to make matters worse the proverbial ten-ton tessie was photographed getting off with me and the picture has been circulated. I've done loads of other stupid stuff whilst in the ultimate state of refreshment after Sheffield United matches, including falling out with friends and family, falling over, and making a general arse of myself. I've been resolving to improve my post-football behaviour but it just doesn't seem to be happening and my right hand seems drawn to a pint pot. Like it or lump it. I go to watch Sheffield United matches, end up steaming, and make a arse of myself.
Jemma is now a footnote in my life, another bird who came, i kind of fell in love with and it ended up going a bit Pete Tong. There has been loads of lasses over the last few years. Brummie Sue at Butlin's was one i can remember well. A couple of good months shagging about went out of the window as i became loved up, she loved me for all my faults, which at the time was (and quite possibly are now) numerous. I remembered Sally and the long hot summer of 2003, the nights up at hers when she played a game of how long could i watch Buffy for before falling asleep as i wanted sleep with her, sex was the price, as it happened it was counter-productive as on more than one occasion i ended up having sex with her imagining i was having sex with Sarah Michelle Gellar, and Sarah Michelle Gellar was great as well. As it happens i saw Sally the other week in the Leadmill, she took great delight in being all over this bloke right in front of me trying to get a reaction, i did nothing and recieved a drunken 5am answerphone message from her asking me how i was getting on. The one big co-incidence in the splits between me and Sally and me and Jemma has been both have been pre-empted by away fixtures with West Ham United.
I just know this is going to turn in to one big depressing blog about the failure of my lovelife, and fuck it, so be it.
I had a one night stand the other weekend, its funny that i had one, the older you get and wiser you are, the more you feel like you have used and abused as well as used and abused someone else. I don't know if it this is the right way to feel about it though, sometimes i just think a one night stand is two people satisfying mutual needs of having sex. If it is then its great, lets have more one night stands, let the world shag themselves and each other stupid, just as long as i get the chance to shag Sarah Michelle Gellar, Cheryl Tweedy and get to have Joss Stone as a thirtyith birthday suprise.
My best mate Les is getting married in a couple of years, he has just got engaged and i have been harrassing him about best man duties to the point where i have self-appointed myself although i reckon he will ask Michael his brother although there is a good chance i could be chairman of the stag party committee. I'm not saying anything about it but i think Les knows that a stag night organised by my good self will probably involve some high jinks fuelled by a high consumption level of Alcohol.
Thats enough for the time being although there should be some more stuff coming through soon, or as soon as i can get round to it.
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