the mundane & the boring plus grey and shitty skies

i got no brain capacity to fill in the tax data organizer already simplified by the lovely people at PWC
i might have simply gone stupid

in other news:
we set the ball rollin'
i said YES, contract's in the making
and
as of today you can start applying for my job
tis a good job, as the jobs go

i've started organizing, drafting plans, making lists, decluttering
(there's an excel sheet to prove it)

but generally feelin' as if tis happening to some.one.else.



instead, i keep obsessing how my clothes don't fit anymore
and how me head's gone gigantic
because apparently i tick almost all of the boxes on the stress-list and stress makes you skinny and makes you do weird shizz like getting hair extensions in lebanon or jetting off to teheran

http://www.stresstips.com/lifeevents.htm
i scored 322

in words of Withnail: Look at my tongue; it's wearing a yellow sock. Sit down for Christ's sake, what's the matter with you? Eat some sugar.

weather sucks



on the plus side,
broken social scene playing Mousonturm beg of Jul-y