I've had a shit month. White hairs are growing on my testicles to complement the collection on my head. I've trying to get out of Dodge but the bosses keep telling me to hang on that extra week, month, year.
I'm on a knife's edge, a badass muthafucka waiting to bust a cap in some retard fuck's ass. I need a break, a beach, a beer on a beach while on a break. Or else.... someone gonna get hurt reeaaaal bad.
I've travelled and travelled and flown and i've ate and shat across continents. Talk about international digestion. England, Dubai, London, Liverpool, Manila, Clark, Jakarta, Bangkok, Ho Chi Minh City, Singapore all in the past month. Done it all, bought those t-shirts but not having the legs of a flight attendant. (i have to say those new compression tops on those AirAsia girls are nice.)
My thoughts have not been my own. My brain has been filled by the convulated wordplay of legal documents, budgetary spreadsheets, angry phone calls, menopausing phone calls, angry menopausing sms', bbms' and whatsapppssssss. FUck me now stress attacks on multiple platforms! Not bad you versatile fuck...
mother fuck autosave failed ....mothe
CONTINUED April 6th 2012
OK so i'm back in KL and the worlds slightly better. Back on home turf with the team. Some semblance of normality pervails. That and the hangover from last night. Beers are the balm for the soul no?
One needs to live the life of a freedom loving hippie sprite instead of of a constipated Grinch. In the meantime I'm heading out for a foot massage, coffee in borders and possibly even head for a Thai massage session in the evening. Tapping into one's inner woman may have it's plus sides. I just need to understand this handbag shopping thing...