And another thing...

Oh. Its all small. I pressed the big photo button. Why isn't it big? I can't read that tiny writing. Oh well. Make up your own captions. Send em in. On a postcard. Laced with strychnine. Begorrah.

Koopa Troopa

Right, well. By gorrah its been a while. This is due to the fact that I hate my job so much. Yes, I blame the lack of my words on the sucky crappy hatey job. Which I will quit at the end of september, job to move onto or not. Whatever, I will temp. I will temp my socks off and do rubbish part time whatever, because I cannot stand it there any longer. So fuck them. I hope I leave them short staffed and shafted.
Okay, rant down, Leeson. Calm all is. I write this, mid application forms and stuff, and I really am bad with the application forms. Anyway. This little thing up top I found on the floor. OI don't know where from, or whose it is. Only we two live here, so I can't imagine its a third person's dooberry. But I'll tell you what. It looks like one of those wee gas masks that Koopa Troopas wear. I keep hoping to find one, trolling along beside the skirting or somesuch. That would be really good. Imagine how good it would be. And sorry about the blank image uptop. I tried to get rid of it, but It frustrates me. It tests me. And I don't want to break anything. Anyway, I will continue onwards with life. I hate stuff. But hopefully it will get better.