Just a bunch of run down, beaten down, slapped down, broken down, shot down, hung down, put down, and kicked around Isle of Man immigrants who've been beaten up, tied up, chewed up, blown up, hung up, screwed up, messed up, held up, and told to shut the fuck up.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Can’t be Arsed
As anyone who might have glance past this site will observe, it has gone to seed. There hasn’t been a decent post in weeks (if ever I hear you cry). There are a number of facts for this. Mostly, everyone else associated with the site is too busy to post, and I have nothing to say. At least, nothing of interest to say.
But, today I have literally NOTHING to do at work at all, I’ve spent the last two days creating a map to show people directions to get to a work colleagues wedding in Ireland. A wedding I must add, that I’m not even invited too…..
So to take a break from that and looking at the clock, I though I would put something down.
I was 39 years old last week, and I am aging gracefully. In fact I am enjoying reaching 40 and the wisdom and calm it brings. No midlife crisis for me. Probably because I have everything; Wife, Children, House, Car, Friends, Family, HDTV, Xbox 360 etc… No bring it on old father time, I’m ready.
That’s about it. Nothing to say, and completely content in my life (apart from the job).
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