Bronze balls

I’m waiting for my new credit card, the guy said 3-5 days, it should have arrived today….where is it? Maybe some dude has found it and is using it to fund his drug habit? I’ll ring the bank tomorrow and get a rush on it, but their so unhelpful that they will just try to fob me off with “A computer error”. More and more people in public services are becoming less helpful, even when I dislike a customer I still try to sound like I want to help them, but every time I ring through to someone they sound as if they will die if they indulge in conversation.
Hello? Is it me you’re looking for? Ah, that classic Lionel Ritchie song. It seems a lot of us ask this question, we depend on someone depending on us sometime during our life. It’s nice to be wanted, it feels good to be asked to the party, I’ve always considered myself void of this. A great Rambo quote sums it up “You’re asked to the party but it doesn’t matter if you show up”, I swear I don’t know if other people feel like this but I really do feel as though I’m supposed to go through life by myself. Who knows what the future holds though?…but that’s starting to sound a bit cliché isn’t it.

I need a break from work, I cannot stand this routine anymore, it feels like Japanese torture…you don’t feel the pain straight away but it builds up slowly.

Argh, I’ve got to stop thinking negatively…what can I write positive? GB got a bronze medal, that makes 3 medals right? Wow, they need to slow down, they might actually get a gold medal. Everyone loves to bitch at how bad the UK is at sports when something bad happens, I guess were all just tired of not winning, I know I am.