I thought I may as well update. The fact is well: life is pretty boring at the moment. So, ever the optimist, I hope to make an entry out of nothing, here goes.

First and foremost, I’m fucking miserable at the moment. I had a cry (yes, a cry) about a number of things, and then poured my heart out to Sarah online earlier tonight. Hell, I’ve had her do the same to me, so she owes me one. Anyway, I’m still feeling a bit down (largely due to lack of friends around, and social life hitting rock bottom due to the difficult hours the Zoo asks for, I would so suit a 9-5 job). Not even the Captain Pugwash theme – a long time favourite of the bowling club to put a smile on my face – can manage it. I’ll get through it, just missing going out and getting wasted. Though, as my old man says, “If you go out to drown your sorrows, you’ll find your sorrows can swim.”, I just need a night where I can go out and be socaible.

Maybe I care about my job too much.

Right, now that the deadjournal bollocks is out of the way, onto more important stuff. A couple of people in work (the ones who say I look like Eugene) say that they are running a competition on the Big Brother: Little Brother program where they want people who look like Eugene to write in and come on the show. They also said – unsurprisingly – that I’d be a dead cert, and I’m kind of debating whether or not to write in. I’ve been weighing up the pros and cons.

Pro: I would probably meet Dermot O’Leary, which would be cool, and give me boasting points over all the women and gay men, in the world, ever.

Con: I’m not gay, and therefore any meeting – however cordial it would be – would not be emotionally beneficial to me (unless I can somehow convince ladies that some of O’Leary’s charm has osmosised onto me….which probably wouldn’t work).

Pro: I may meet Orla, who could be evicted. Which would give me boasting points over at least my mate Guy.

Con: I don’t actually like her that much. Plus chance of cordial friendly kiss with Orla may lead to my mate Guy kissing me, to try and catch the tail end of Orla’s taste.

The one thing that’s bugging me is the whole “15 minutes of fame” thing. I don’t want to be famous by being similar to a guy who we won’t hear from after this summer. In fact, I don’t really want to be famous at all. Nevertheless, it would bring some excitement to my life. What does everybody think?

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