The very fact that I need to drain the grease away before every bite should hint that this is not a nutritious meal.
And heaven forbid you forget to empty the fat juice away before putting it in your mouth, as I just did on that 2nd last bite; Lava hot liquid coating my mouth, that is somehow fluid enough to splash all over my face and keyboard and mouse and jumper and screen and fingers, but also resilient enough to stand steadfast in the face of me scrubbing it away with kitchen roll.
Still, at least I’ve a chocolate donut left to eat.
OMG! I was just gonna post something about this… I now have a post with more notes than I do followers what’s that all about?/
Fundamentally, I think I’m too open. I shouldn’t have an About Me page… Something along the lines of
"Better to keep your mouth closed and be thought a fool than to open it and remove all doubt"
but more like "Better to keep an air of mystery about yourself, and be thought of as some super cool awesome guy, than to have an about me page, with a photo, and everyone realises that at 30 years old, you’re about the 3rd oldest person on Tumblr and thus totally un-relatable and generally weird. Like, the wrong side of weird. Like that Latvian kid in Maths class who sits in the corner by himself and I swear, this one time, I heard him talk to his calculator, and Susan, who I used to have double English with on a Wednesday, she said she saw him hanging around the girls locker room, with his hands in his pockets like he was up to something, and I bet he’s some sort of pervert that collects human skulls."
Sometimes something I post will get reblogged by someone Tumblr Famous
and for a few weeks/days/whatever, there’ll be a constant flurry of likes and reblogs for that post.
But I never seem to gain any new followers from it.
Does no one ever click through to the original posters these days? Not that it’s ever my own content that “goes nuclear”, but clicking through to see where things came from is the main way I find new people to follow.
Emmy The Great - Paper Forest (In the Afterglow of Rapture)
My favourite song at the minute.
You’re not unlucky, you’re just not very smart. These things will never leave you - they’re as close as you can get To a blueprint for the future - but you can call it fate. It’s like these days I have to write down almost every thought I’ve held, So scared I am becoming of forgetting how it felt, And these fears they will unravel me one day, But still I am afraid.
But I’m blessed - Just to be, more or less - Standing in the afterglow of rapture with the words the rapture left. Oh blessed - Just to be, more or less - Standing in the afterglow of rapture with the words the rapture left.
Now you’re blessed amongst all women, Now a man who’s very good, He tells you how you feel until your life is understood, And he leads you through it arm in arm as though There was a map to guide the way. Now you write because you love him, now you write because he’s kind, You write so much, you look up and you wrote yourself behind, And you’re standing in a labyrinth of paper and the map has been erased.
But you’re blessed - Just to be, more or less - Standing in the afterglow of rapture with the words the rapture left. Are you blessed? Just to be, more or less? Now you’re standing in the afterglow of rapture, but there is no rapture left.
Oh come, and we will celebrate the things that make us real, The things that break us open, and the things that make us feel Like these accidental meetings up and partings of the way Are not so much our choice but in the blood of how we’re made, It’s like the way I have to write down almost everything I see, So that the record does obscure the thing the record used to be, And I know I’m not unlucky, I was just born this way.
But I’m blessed.
Now a paper forest grows up in the supermarket aisles, The baby born with teeth looks at its mother and it smiles, And we all fall down Like wind blows through the paper forest. And a paper forest grows up in the supermarket aisles, The baby born with teeth looks at its mother and smiles, And we all fall down As wind blows through the paper forest.s And a paper forest grows up in the supermarket aisle Alarm clock fingers turn they’re counting seconds like they’re miles And you say, “wake up now, ‘cause I can see no paper forest.”
I'm not really a big fan of Christmas, truth be told
But this year is set to be a good ‘un.
Tonight, we’re having our annual Christmas Eve Eve party, which gathers all the lost souls of our group, who have wandered far and wide, and welcomes them home. I’m possibly putting too much sap on that, but you get the point.
Then, on the 27th, which is typically our annual Day of Drinking, we shall instead be celebrating the wedding of two of our group. By drinking. For the whole day. ¬_¬
New Year….I dunno. I don’t know what’s been planned for that yet.
So, in short, expect lots of photos of my friends and other people you don’t know over the coming week or two. Most of them are beautiful, so they shouldn’t offend your eyes. I can’t imagine I’ll be in many pics, so you’ll be safe lol
Um. Yeah, I know what you mean. Small companies mean the bosses have no idea that you have a life outside of their business. I work at a company w/ 5 people, 2 are owners, and it’s the same thing. We don’t get a party. And I work the 26th too. :-/
I mean, we’ll see. I could be wrong. But I’ve been here 6 years, and this is the first year since I’ve joined that we’re having a Christmas thing.
The story goes that in the years before I came, they went to a local pub but “the music was so loud, we couldn’t just chat”.
Dude….I work with you 40 odd hours a week. I see you more than I see my family. I’ve had plenty of time to “chat”, and anytime I’ve every offered anything into a conversation you just talk louder over the top of me and repeat the same pun/joke until you get a response from every single person in the room. Individually.
*sigh* We’ll see how it goes. It’s 8 hours away yet…
In fact, that’s another thing. I finish work at 5.15. The thingy dosn’t officially start until 6. I intend to go home in that time. I suspect I’m to stay and “tidy things up before the party”. I might use the excuse of I’m going home to get my camera….God knows we’ll want to remember these fun times. ¬_¬
Since it’s just the boss and me that work there, he’s decided to invite along a bunch of folk who don’t work there, but for other reasons are at the shop quite often.
So, me, the boss, the boss’ dad, the repair company that work upstairs and one or two “regular customers”.
And where are we going for this wild night out?
We’re sitting in the shop. The shop with no heating, and the boss’ terrible music collection.
And while we’re sitting there, cross legged on the shop floor eating takeaway, I bet you, I bet you, the boss will be all “oh, when you’re finished eating that, a new order has come in, can you pack that? It’ll save you doing it tomorrow. Oh, and tidy up the stock room a little while you’re through there.”
I know this because, the boss can’t separate work life, from personal life…because he has only the work life. He suggested to the repair company upstairs that they come in on the 26th with him to help tidy up “since there aren’t likely to be that many customers”.