"Why are you always smiling?" "Because it's all so f**king hysterical"
I can safely say I am happy I don't fit in at work. On the surface, sure, I can blend with the best of them - but really, I'm the outsider and I couldn't be happier about it.
The B(P)BB just don't get my humour or my world view. They just look bemused when I open my mouth. If it weren't for Nicky who sits beside me and Mr. Bojangles I'd have gone insane by now.
I am really pleased that secretly I am planning to leave my job and go travelling with Rocker. South Africa here we come. The contracts have been signed, it's all just about the exchange and completion now. Fingers crossed all goes smoothly.
Anyway, work sucks - and every time someone says they like my ruby shoes, I always come out with the same lame line: "I think they're faulty - when I click them together, nothing happens."
I think I need a new gimmick...
Ps. How gross is David Blaine and his wrinkly fingers?
1 comment:
There's a set of prune hands that should take a while to fade. I've seen prettier looking pickles.
As for your shoes, I'd say when someone says they'r enice you thanks them and tell them some withc handed them to you.
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