time is still a-fying

Here I am again, a month into my new job selling the very thing I loathe most in technology - phones. Let me tell you, the novelty has worn off. I'm at the stage where I need to jump from job to job like a whore on heat until I find one that I can enjoy for longer than 4 weeks. Or at least until I'm rich and can smother myself in honey and lay amidst a crowd of lesbians. But as usual, I digress from an imaginary point. There have been ups, downs and horizontals. I have discovered new things and forgotten others. I have invaded Poland, saved the world and done something else that I'm sure was exciting. Ok, really I've just stared blankly at the sky, waiting for something to drop down before me - metaphorically at least.

Recently I purchased a new game and played it so much that when I closed my eyes, I could still see it. Oh glorious death. Actually there's a tale behind the ostensibly simple event of getting the above mentioned game. First, some background. I work two shops down from where I pre-ordered my copy. Naturally, I was working the day it arrived and so I was left a message. Now, I was scheduled to finish at a nice time that ensured I would be able to grab the game on my way home, but alas, it was not to be for the devious creature of time decided to... do something that delayed my finishing time. Torture 106. So, I waited patiently until the next day before finally walking into an open and very colorful store.

I remember the store attendants were both oddities; one of the guys had his pants up really high, and the other was a girl. She served me. But not before I kept a cautious eye on a guy with a creepy smile standing in front of me. I had to take evasive action and so I took a few steps back, then some more. And another one. Then, for two days, I was taken by the bliss of 48 hours without work and spent a good majority of that playing this sexy game, ordering an even sexier monitor and doing other stuff that I won't mention. Oh, I'm such a tease.

Other than that, I've restarted my second World of Words over at a shady gaming website full of Aussies. Oh, and Mr and Mrs Smith is a great movie. It's very sassy and fresh like the cup of tea I'm drinking. The first time I went to see it, I ended up missing out alltogether and decided to drive North as far as I could in 30 minutes. I made it 5 minutes out of Cairns. I rock the proverbial sock drawer. My petrol guage enjoyed moving inexorably downwards to settle below halfway, too. Lying bastard.

I think I had more to post about, but I lost it over the days of very latearly mornights. Write those words down. I'll leave on a final note...

The grass being greener on the side is only a relative thing. Think about it.

- Pary ζ.