Insane party last night at mine and the morning after started with a blurry vision of the day ahead.
Wading through the discarded beer cans, tops ash trays and the occasional thong (WTF) I ventured into the bath room with no thought of my usual break of dawn cigarette.
Why do people have to put the toilet seat down I thought while feeling my feet getting wetter as my bladder drained.
I can’t remember much after the cakes and ale ceremony of last evening but I know for a fact that the craft meeting was so refreshing and filled with positive energy. (Not sure who’s thong that is? Tempted to throw it out the window lol.
Clearing up with ciggy in mouth and the usual playing of music from next door, it was (Eminem) for a change, I felt a sense of tranquillity as I momentarily stopped to glance out of my high rise window. The moment of serine beauty was soon quashed with the sight of the local hoody dealing his shit in the alleyway below, peddling away seconds later with his man bag intact. (What ever).
The aftermath of decluttering my penthouse (as if lol) led to coffee once I had located the kettle which I discovered had a new temporary home in the top cupboard? With coffee made and relaxing in the old cracked leather arm chair situated between the not used t.v and my altar table, I found myself reminiscing between the music and a slight headache. It seemed many moons ago that I could boast of having a beautiful home with half an acre of land to roam around in, but times do change and we must change or adapt an alternative lifestyle to accommodate.
My thoughts were short lived with the clatter of the letter box and the realization that the outside world required my attention.
On closer inspection of my daily mail there was as usual a life insurance letter among the PPI shit. It gives me great joy to receive this kind of mail for I discard the written dribble and send the pre-paid envelope back empty to the sender. (ok we all have our own thing going on).
It was soon time to get a grip and head out into the wide yonder after another coffee and ciggie that was. The music from next door had changed by this time to a more mellow status putting me in mind of committing hara-kiri lol. After a quick reality check and putting all this crap aside it was now a case of finding the flat keys to escape the occasional asylum I called home. A quick look on the work surfaces in the kitchen reviled Zippo and with a scratch of the head I ventured back in to the living room and decided to check the gaps down by the settee cushions. I found a ten pence piece, a few hair grips, twiglets and finally my keys… job done. A quick trip to the bathroom with the lid up this time and out the door I popped.
I had planned on meeting up with a pagan friend to check out a new shop that had recently opened in town so I was quite excited about that as I brushed past high rise inhabitants entering the block. Strange how antisocial people can be, not even a good morning or kiss my arse… but such are the times and areas we live in.
The friend I was meeting had recently lost his sister in a road accident which I know is devastating but she was a so-called psychic, I thought she would have seen it coming but there you are so much for that. Anyway, I’m getting bored now so be off with you and get on with your own life.
I look forward to negative comments as it shows that you have a lower intelligence than me. Now piss off