Fish and chips for tea...
...because it was a mildly crappy day. I'm not sure on just how far down my banned list they are, but they're something I really enjoy that I have every now and again for sanity reasons.
So far today on top of all th other crap, I've had to turn down one organised trip to the Oktoberfest due to financial restriction, which has NOT a happy bunny made oi; and just to cap my mood of happiness I've just been filling out one of those market research questionnaire thingies which has pointed out to me just how normal my purchase patterns are NOT..... no expenditure on shoes, trousers for the past twelve months, the number of other things that normal people buy that I have to tick "None" for.... oh well. Do people really spend all this money on clothes and fripperies? I guess they must or there'd be an awful lot of empty shop units around.I just clearly don't. All my cash seems to go on beer, petrol, toys and debt. I always was one of the special freaks. By dinner time I was in a fairly poor humour due to the fact that financial forecasts paint me being pretty brassic for most of the year the way things are going; probably won't get much in the way of travel done past the border as I was hoping. Damn, damn and thrice damn.
An early bale out for me tonight. Back to the fun factory at stupid o clock; should be tied up with return to work formalities and sorting out the mass of expired passwords until it's time for me to bugger off out of the door again. Deep joy.
So far today on top of all th other crap, I've had to turn down one organised trip to the Oktoberfest due to financial restriction, which has NOT a happy bunny made oi; and just to cap my mood of happiness I've just been filling out one of those market research questionnaire thingies which has pointed out to me just how normal my purchase patterns are NOT..... no expenditure on shoes, trousers for the past twelve months, the number of other things that normal people buy that I have to tick "None" for.... oh well. Do people really spend all this money on clothes and fripperies? I guess they must or there'd be an awful lot of empty shop units around.I just clearly don't. All my cash seems to go on beer, petrol, toys and debt. I always was one of the special freaks. By dinner time I was in a fairly poor humour due to the fact that financial forecasts paint me being pretty brassic for most of the year the way things are going; probably won't get much in the way of travel done past the border as I was hoping. Damn, damn and thrice damn.
An early bale out for me tonight. Back to the fun factory at stupid o clock; should be tied up with return to work formalities and sorting out the mass of expired passwords until it's time for me to bugger off out of the door again. Deep joy.
posted by Fred the Singing Bandit at 9:33 pm
1 Comments:
You don't spend normal most people don't actually drink the accrude revenue of a small country each weekend. But it's ok you look great in rolled up pants and a hanky.
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