What is it that makes people think that a card is enough to make people don't forget them?
At work we have a few peple leaving but for different reasons, I never understood it, its a piece of card folded in half with some fancy colours on it, and you pay a fortune for them when all you really need to do is not let the thing end.
Steph is leaving work this week, friday in fact, I think. So in true Argos style the management has paid for a card to say thanks, a measley card, what does it mean. I never understood traditions like that, its almost as if they think a simple card will make it all better atleast Steph said she wouldn't lose touch with me whilst she's away its kinda a big deal to me for someone to actually be nice enough to register my feelings and act on them.
Jade has been a godsend throughout it though, organising a whip-round and things so people can actually get something to remember us by and she has done something with her hair aswell, I'm not totally sure how to describe it but my god it does look amazing.
Anyway I'm in bed watching Dvds so I shall close down and shut myself down I could really do with the sleep for once!
Tuesday, 12 May 2009
Monday, 4 May 2009
Who?
Well to follow a tradition I had CHINESE FOOD again and whenever I do eat takeaway I write a new blog, I'm not sure why it works that way, maybe I have a strange reaction to sweet & sour or maybe its just a coincidence well fate bworks in ways like that.
Been thinking today, quite a bit more then normal I might add, but yeah thinking about my place in this mixture of molecules that we call a world or planet. So far I have worked out that I belong in no social grouping of any kind or even with the few friends I have got and I do mean a FEW(I'll be honest I was going to pun then in a feeble attempt to make you, the reader if anyone actually reads this, by saying few but spelling it as Phew as in phew I do have some friends (I did say feeble) but if you bunched me and all my friends together I would still stick out more then a sore thumb. I don't purposely try and stand out but its how I was brought up. It could be something to do with the fact I have very few male friends, infact I don't even need to take off my socks and shoes to count my male friends, that is a problem really.
I was told a few days ago by someone I used to be really close to that she thought I was gay due to the fact I actually give a shit about people and don't trreat women like objects, why is it that they always love the bad guys when all they really need is someone who they can talk to rather then F**K their brains out? Maybe I'm doomed to walk this world alone. Now thats a scary thought. Being alone.
So one day in (hopefully) the near future the people like me will get a look in on the supposed beautiful people and when that day arises I will reach out with both hands and grab my chance and maybe for once I won't miss.
Then again maybe missing is just my style!
Been thinking today, quite a bit more then normal I might add, but yeah thinking about my place in this mixture of molecules that we call a world or planet. So far I have worked out that I belong in no social grouping of any kind or even with the few friends I have got and I do mean a FEW(I'll be honest I was going to pun then in a feeble attempt to make you, the reader if anyone actually reads this, by saying few but spelling it as Phew as in phew I do have some friends (I did say feeble) but if you bunched me and all my friends together I would still stick out more then a sore thumb. I don't purposely try and stand out but its how I was brought up. It could be something to do with the fact I have very few male friends, infact I don't even need to take off my socks and shoes to count my male friends, that is a problem really.
I was told a few days ago by someone I used to be really close to that she thought I was gay due to the fact I actually give a shit about people and don't trreat women like objects, why is it that they always love the bad guys when all they really need is someone who they can talk to rather then F**K their brains out? Maybe I'm doomed to walk this world alone. Now thats a scary thought. Being alone.
So one day in (hopefully) the near future the people like me will get a look in on the supposed beautiful people and when that day arises I will reach out with both hands and grab my chance and maybe for once I won't miss.
Then again maybe missing is just my style!
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