I go into town on the night I arrive home. I was bound to. I’ve been away for a while and I want to see what’s going on. I have a bit of a sleep when I’ve dumped my stuff in my room but, after that, I’m feeling more refreshed. Then I have a soak in the bath and get ready. I leave the house and head up the streets. It’s weird coming back. There’s a feeling of novelty about it, tinged with the inevitable familiarity...
Tuesdays, as I’ve remarked before, are kind of boring. It’s not their fault - they just happen to be situated in the most boring slot of ye olde work week. But how can we consider a day named for a god who’s so hard core that he allowed a wolf-demon to bite his hand off just so it could be chained to prevent the twilight of the gods (which didn’t work forever, but every little bit counts) boring? Crazy stuff. No, it’s tim...
To begin, a brief rant: Tuesdays are the most boring day of the week. They’re not the beginning of the week; they’re not the middle of the week. They’re as close to the weekend as Thursdays – but from the wrong side; and they’re not an if-I-get-through-this-day-I-have-two-whole-days-of-freedom day (known to some as Friday). Someone should do something about that. I recommend making Wednesday a mid-week break day, but I’m...
Boredom has suppressed me far too long, it is now time to engulf this unpleasant feeling and channel it into a sort of amusing act. A 17 year old girl named Trixie. Brunette, a people-pleaser type of girl. She just got out of a relationship with her boyfriend, both having spent majority of their time together for half a year. Only a few weeks passed since the separation, but on Trixie's side, those dreaded few weeks dragg...
I was asked to write a poem about a bored cow?! Chewing the cud I know that the day Will go by as usual There goes the cars Up comes the tractor Speeding by to God knows where But here I am In a field Waving the flies away With my tail Swish Swash Why am I even here? Swish Swash Where did all the others go? The fattest ones. Swish Swash Its always the same flies Leave me alone to squat in my mire Time h as no nich in this...
