Extractions on reality. A hyperreality of a hyperreality.
Can’t upload images of Martha Reeves and Tumblr is being a ball bag of cunt. Ordinarily I would have smashed both myself and the laptop up by now and I haven’t.
I’m more worried about that.
Listening to jazz, drinking chamomile tea & having a draw.
Who needs a works night out?
A little bit more no.
Lauren: Oh, there's Frosties..
Tom: Yeah, but they're a bit manky now, aren't they? All stuck together & shit.
Chris: I did alright out of that though; I got two yesterday.
Tom: That's, alright but not when you're sucking wrapper & having to pull it out of your teeth after.
Chris: Talking of rappers that suck; R Kelly's new album is definitely coming out..
In chorus: Oh, Christ.
Bank card doesn’t work.
Note to self: don’t give people your card & pin when you are both completely intoxicated, because it breaks.
Young Turk. Oh god
I have so many things to say right now. It’s 00:34 and I have 2 presentations to give tomorrow.
Now is not the time, Lauren.
That overwhelming feeling when you have far too much work to do, your brain has collapsed, your life is in tatters & then your boss tells you that you booked the day off work.