I was going to use 'Hello Hello (I'm Back Again)' until I realised it was by Gary Glitter. I promise to post just a little bit more from now on.
The title speaks the truth though.
My life is very quiet these days. Some might say too quiet but I've found a rut that suits me. This isn't a good thing; its a crime to waste time but the rut is just sooo comfortable. Like Homer Simpons ass groove its been carefully moulded over a course of years.
Any break in the routine is troublesome; going to a different pub on a Sunday afternoon (with the same three people I go to the pub with EVERY Sunday) causes concern. Having to catch a slightly different bus gives me palpatations. I have become a creature of habit.
Those people I go to the pub with are in the same boat. Small circle of friends and a great big rut to try to drag yourself out of.
I went through my mobile phone some months back in a moment of self doubt and insecurity. How many of these people could I genuinely call my friends? The results were not good.
Eight people I exchange work gossip with
Four drug dealers (I dont partake but PM me for details of services available)
two closet cases
three convicted criminals
four people I went to college with who do their best to keep in touch but I rarely reply 'cos we've got nothing in common anymore.
and one stalker. Even my stalker is only just about average. And she seems to have calmed down of late the lazy bitch.
There are some good friends in that phonebook too (some of whom are also on this blog) but its not exactly an impressive haul. Tiger Beer won't be sponsoring my next birthday party.
I really should do something about this; maybe take up a hobby that doesn't involve masterbation; take a long holiday abroad. However, the sofa is calling me right now and that ass groove looks comforting.