 Picture that above, as a large mangled clump upon the head...... This week started out o.k. I have thoroughly enjoyed being back at Uni.
As the week has progressed I wondered if the Gods of misery were against mwah.
My car has finally given up the ghost, I'm looking at around $600-700 to fix it :( Which one does not currently posses.
On top of that I usually survive the pinch of the wallet by having a border.
The border decided to do the jit on Tuesday. Beating the feet up North to family, that is all, well and good except they haven't paid their board and I was only given 3 hours notice they were leaving. I survive off that $$$$.
Issue number 3, my letter 'T' decided to completely disintegrate, leaving me fumbling rather than typing, also my writing creating program has also decided to play silly buggars, and isn't working properly.
With many..many assignments due by next Wednesday I am ready to throw the lap top from the window, at the car, along with the return of the infection, with my ex Surgeon ensconced inside. Yes that has been heavily on my mind, I have made my decision since then and everything else has gone downhill
I have, aching and throbbingly, walked everywhere I could in the last couple of days.
Frost this morning didn't help, ache throb, whine moan.
I had to rush to Fi for something, that required taking the affectionately named 'Loser Cruiser'(the bus).
I used to love sitting back, reading a book, listening to the Ipod, gazing out the window.
Today however I was sweaty, rushed, and lethargic.
On the 'Loser Cruiser" I followed an interesting lady into the bus. Initially I thought "nice hair', until I was forced by the throng of bus hoppers almost into her.
The hair underneath her nice 'Do' was a clump of greasy mattered giant blond dread lock. I was taken aback by a smell akin to a cats arse plonked on your face in the dead of night. I hesitated at throwing up in my mouth.
The dread lock /mess was cultivating its own fauna and flora almost. Dead leaves and grass inhibited her lovely locks. I should have guessed by the numerous supermarket bags full of trash that she had led a sad unfortunate life. She didn't sit next to me, but the weird Napoleon Dynamite/Elvis wannabe in a super tight tank top, rocked silently in the seat across from me. He turned out to be my friends neighbour.
Another bus ride this time with my daughter in tow after I dislodged her from my friends house.
Upon entering the bus I noticed a delightfully strange looking couple obviously in luuurve...
He was talking loudly, while they listened simultaneously to shared headphones. He actually came across as a wee bit freaky.
Later on they decided to move in the seat immediately below us. Noooooo, they bought their fragrant aroma with them. He had in his curly mop, enough dandruff and lice for a school room of kids. The body odour was bad enough to distract me from my own stench. He squeezed his G.F possessively, as if not wanting another man to touch her. It was at that point I wondered how a cake of soap costing 80cents could solve the great unwashed's insulting odour.
I tried to mouth breathe until I departed from the bus. I miss my carrrr, Shit I am going to have to endure that until I afford to get my car fixed, I wonder what my infection rate will do? Could be interesting.
P.S my own stink was camouflaged by ample amounts of anti persperant and perfume, at least I tried:) See my biggest downfall is smells. People can do and look however they want, yet nasty vile human stenches really get to me. Like feotid nasty infected mouth odour. Nasty.
P.P.s typing this was painful without a functional T.... sooooo slow.
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This week started out o.k. I have thoroughly enjoyed being back at Uni.
As the week has progressed I wondered if the Gods of misery were against mwah.
My car has finally given up the ghost, I'm looking at around $600-700 to fix it :( Which one does not currently posses.
On top of that I usually survive the pinch of the wallet by having a border.
The border decided to do the jit on Tuesday. Beating the feet up North to family, that is all, well and good except they haven't paid their board and I was only given 3 hours notice they were leaving. I survive off that $$$$.
Issue number 3, my letter 'T' decided to completely disintegrate, leaving me fumbling rather than typing, also my writing creating program has also decided to play silly buggars, and isn't working properly.
With many..many assignments due by next Wednesday I am ready to throw the lap top from the window, at the car, along with the return of the infection, with my ex Surgeon ensconced inside. Yes that has been heavily on my mind, I have made my decision since then and everything else has gone downhill
I have, aching and throbbingly, walked everywhere I could in the last couple of days.
Frost this morning didn't help, ache throb, whine moan.
I had to rush to Fi for something, that required taking the affectionately named 'Loser Cruiser'(the bus).
I used to love sitting back, reading a book, listening to the Ipod, gazing out the window.
Today however I was sweaty, rushed, and lethargic.
On the 'Loser Cruiser" I followed an interesting lady into the bus. Initially I thought "nice hair', until I was forced by the throng of bus hoppers almost into her.
The hair underneath her nice 'Do' was a clump of greasy mattered giant blond dread lock. I was taken aback by a smell akin to a cats arse plonked on your face in the dead of night. I hesitated at throwing up in my mouth.
The dread lock /mess was cultivating its own fauna and flora almost. Dead leaves and grass inhibited her lovely locks. I should have guessed by the numerous supermarket bags full of trash that she had led a sad unfortunate life. She didn't sit next to me, but the weird Napoleon Dynamite/Elvis wannabe in a super tight tank top, rocked silently in the seat across from me. He turned out to be my friends neighbour.
Another bus ride this time with my daughter in tow after I dislodged her from my friends house.
Upon entering the bus I noticed a delightfully strange looking couple obviously in luuurve...
He was talking loudly, while they listened simultaneously to shared headphones. He actually came across as a wee bit freaky.
Later on they decided to move in the seat immediately below us. Noooooo, they bought their fragrant aroma with them. He had in his curly mop, enough dandruff and lice for a school room of kids. The body odour was bad enough to distract me from my own stench. He squeezed his G.F possessively, as if not wanting another man to touch her. It was at that point I wondered how a cake of soap costing 80cents could solve the great unwashed's insulting odour.
I tried to mouth breathe until I departed from the bus. I miss my carrrr, Shit I am going to have to endure that until I afford to get my car fixed, I wonder what my infection rate will do? Could be interesting.
P.S my own stink was camouflaged by ample amounts of anti persperant and perfume, at least I tried:) See my biggest downfall is smells. People can do and look however they want, yet nasty vile human stenches really get to me. Like feotid nasty infected mouth odour. Nasty.
P.P.s typing this was painful without a functional T.... sooooo slow.