Lonely, I'm so lonely,
I have nobody, for my own.
Everyone else has dissappeared into the training for some stupid cubes and I'm at my desk eating lunch, talking to myself as usual.
Listening to Damien Rice..
Nobody cares I'm half-a-thousand dollars poorer today after Warrant of Fitness and registration fees for my poor car. All Chris said was "I think you overpaid for tyres" and Jared's comment was no more helpful "Of course you have bold tyres, the way you drive". This is where he imitated my driving which is in no way complimenting.
I think the exact noise he made was :
Grrhrhhhr - Eeeeeeeeh - Grrhrhrrr- eeeehhhh
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Lonely
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Oh poowh Wayanah!
Anyway, I liked our trainer today. Reminded me of the cold war days actually.
I really wanted him to say "In Soviyet Russia we use pen and paper for reporting."
You could never be lonely with all those other voices in your head?
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