Stream of consciousness

Damn you mothers in your big arse four by fours, why do you always park on the corner. Can’t your fat kids walk to 2m to school? Are you going or staying? Come on come on. Thanks mate, although, letting me pull out when I can’t see the traffic coming the other way isn’t the most… oh cheers. “Look around your world pretty baby, is it everything you thought it would be…” Blimey, haven’t heard this in ages. Which CD is it on? Now 28? Hang on, aren’t schools supposed to be out? I seem to be catching all the bloody red lights today. Aww, cute. Dog. Now that looks like fun. When I have children, I’m going to do that. Bike rides with the dog. Gosh, he’s well trained. What the hell am I going to blog about today? I haven’t written anything in ages. I suppose I’ve got that… no, that needs more work, I need to actually think about how I’m going to write that one. Bugger that was a long meeting last night. I don’t know what we’re going to do. Need someone to build a website for me. Maybe I’ll look for website companies to sponsor the club? No lollypop lady today. I guess not, school holidays. I wonder what lollypop ladies do in the holidays. Do they mournfully wander the streets, looking for a road to cross? Hee hee. I don’t think it makes me sad and old to listen to Terry. Although I’m pretty sure I’m the only one of my friends who…don’t just pull out you wanker. Bloody hell, men in vans. They’re worse than women. Do they all go to some white van school before they’re allowed to drive one. Learn how to pull out without looking. Tailgate. Read the Sun. It wouldn’t surprise me. Ah, the home stretch… of sorts. If home equalled work. Or the other way round. Whatever it is. Anyway. Bugger, forgot to tell N I was training this evening. Poor boy. I don’t think I’ll see him at all this week. Seriously, S has got her life sorted. House in the country. No work. An aga. I want that life. One day, when I win the lottery. Although I’m sure you have to play that to win it. Shit. Must remember to send that bloody present to Ed and Milla. I’m so slack. It’s just sitting there, on the table. Right, I can do that this weekend when I go and pick up the most expensive hat in the world. I hope it looks good. I hope I lose weight. Otherwise I might end up looking like an elephant with a very expensive pink hat on. Come on come on. It’s not a quiz. Move. Parking spot? There. Awesome.