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I’ll start off with 60 odd words I put together on the circle line this morn desperately trying not to pet the guide dog resting his head on my knee
This job isn’t worth running for the train. You know when you get to your platform, see a train that’d get you to work, my current role isn’t worthy of the 3-second jog to beat the doors. I want a job that makes me want to make the train. Not wander down the platform, daydreaming until the next shows up without a care in the world if it ever does.
That’s it.
I watched something a few days back about a couple breaking up because the dude cheated on his wife. She’s all you fucked someone else and he goes you shouldn’t be upset I fucked her, you should be upset I laughed with her which I thought was a great little line.
Makes sense. I’m sure marriage is rough and the whole fuck 1 person for the rest of your life is just bad math but the hurt in this is that he enjoyed her company, ‘twas not just a fuck.
Sometimes I think Grammarly is low-key trying to fuck me over because I haven’t chosen a paid subscription. It’s a real love-hate between us two. I leave my bad grammar in because that’s the vibe. There’s a marriage that would fail, me and Grammarly. Not that I wanna fuck an AI, not yet anyway.
The Director of Operations at Companies House is named John-Mark Frost, which is a hell of a name. Almost as if his mother stuttered to the nurse filling in his birth certificate when asked the little one’s name. Maybe Mark is his real name, John’s probably his Dad or some shit, she just got them confused and corrected herself, nurse wrote both because let’s be honest they ain’t paid enough to deal with that silliness. I’ll email him tomorrow, get to the bottom of this.
On the topic of marriage, I underlined a passage I read a few days back – I’ll grab it real quick
So here was this couple, testing their marriage, looking after it, treating it like a small boat full of helpless people in a very stormy sea.
- to room nineteen, Doris Lessing
Again, all because the husband cheated. Quite a common theme.
Hope my husband doesn’t cheat on me, eesh
No song today I cba