Totally Trivial Matter of Fact of the Day

My car is a discontinued model and combined that with a fact that it didn't sell well back in the days, I consider myself lucky if I happen to see 2 fellow owners on the road per day, but many days I don't see none and that can be norm.

This morning I saw 3 within the duration of 5 minutes on the way to work, and saw one more in front of our office, which was the same reg, colour and fuel type. That's 5 of very unpopular cars within 2 mile range in Surrey.

My birthday don't seem to have many sharers, and the only people I know who have the same birthday were my grandpa and the daughter of my father's colleague, and one of the Royals (the family, not our football team.)

Today I had 2 people apply for our service, and one of them had the same birthday as mine, and the other one had the wife whose birthday was the same as mine.

You now, the next thing I will be saying,

"Oh, look, I saw 9 pigeons on neighbour's roof yesterday and the day before, and seeing the same again today!"

or, maybe not.

This is the Last One

I guess I just realized that I want to move on, rather than let the time pass me by. I guess I need to make the conscious decision to make this the last. I still hate you, and I hope you are dead already, but I am clearly over the whole thing, and I make sure it is done deal. Yes. This is the last, after 4 long years, so I have decided. Here we go.

Woudn't You Wanna Push That Boob..

I have this "connection" who gets me the very best of... well, any meat, I guess. Only ever bought pork from him, and only bought off of him once, but all my friends say the goods are pretty top notch.

 

Anyway, so I had this belly of pork stored in my freezer for a while, and only the other day finally got around to thaw it so I can saw it into thin slices for my liking.

 

I remember asking him, specifically, to remove all the skins and bones, but as I picked half thawed pork it was obvious that it had a bit of ribs and, well, the whole lot of skin on it. The skin had bumps on it. Bumps looked like buttons. Well, you know, it's the belly, so, yeah, all of sudden I was holding a whole lot of pig nipples.

 

I don't think I am wrong here to say that I am not the only one who would poke those things when faced with. I am almost entirely sure that practically everyone WOULD push them down. Well, I did, I admit.

 

That is all, really. I bought pork, and ended up poking pig nipples at 1.30 am in my kitchen with my index finger, before skinning the lot, butchering the block of meat into slices of pork. It was a weird night.

O, Baby

So, you get a new car, but the scenery outside of that new windows remains the same.

8.30 that freakishly tall and lean guy with the balding temple walks by you with rosy cheeks, knowing well how dashing he looks briskly walking like that every morning all the way to Oracle. (I wonder how he did with the date I saw him with back in September?)

8.35 do I get lucky this morning to see my baby, oooh, yes, he is there today, god, what a vision you are, you are SO GORGEOUS! Tall, strong glances and dark haired, and smokes like chimney!

8.40 that geeky looking guy on bicycle in total Top Man outfit goes by. How did you get on with the job interview from last week?

8.50 the girl goes by, you are almost due, should you be walking this much every morning? You look really happy. I know we never spoke for past 2 years that I saw you on the daily basis and I know you don't know me, but I just want to wish you the very best for the baby. I think it's a girl, BTW.

I know these people for such a long time, yet I don't even know their names. Yet I know when they are ill, or are on holidays. I wonder if anyone knows me going through the route every morning. I wonder if anyone sees me every morning, saying,
"O, baby, you are late again this morning. Had a bit too much last night?"
Well, I don't wish upon that, but I guess that's not entirely impossible.

It's Just Like dating, Again

I had a job interview. It's been at least 2 yrs since my last one, and the last one really was just a chat with a landlady of a pub, and all I had to do was to smile and say that I will obey whatever her command.

When you got a lame job you kinda hate you do think about trading up, or changing the scene. That is just like to do with relationships, and like most cases of that you probably won't get another job until things are so bad, or till you get sacked.

All these women I meet on Wednesdays, who bitch and moan about their partners, yet they never do anything, they are getting boring to me. If your mate doesn't turn you on any more but you are still horny, then stop bitching and leave the house, just do it. I am sure your mate is shagging some bird at his work who is 10 times perkier and eager to do him. What makes you think he is happy being stuck with you and your tired old arse?

Nah, I don't ever say that, but I want to, though. All these complaining make all of them such an unattractive things and I hope to sky that I won't be like that.

So, that's why I went for the interview. Not that I am looking to trade up, but felt that I need to do it. It didn't matter how I did do there. It doesn't matter now if I get the job or not. One has to try and test if one can still pull it off. Keep trying in any way and it will lead one to something. It has to.