These Are The Days

I hate daylight saving. When I was a kid, I got laughed at at school cos I used to read this book about daylight saving. It was a kid's book so some chick tried to do daylight saving by saving some ray of sunlight and all that shit and I think eventually she finds out what it really means. Well, served me right for NOT finishing the book. It's just not a 'hein' thing to read a book to NOT finish it. So, there I was thinking it was somewhat fiction and if not, was just another silly ritual some religious people do. Who knows.. there might be people lying around in the sun to save that glimpse of sunlight.

So, my love for daylight saving has grown even much much more this morning when my stupid smiggle alarm clock FAILED to wake me up. This is the epitome of epic fail. I put the alarm for 7am in order to wake me up at 8am, but thanx to my low level of 'tech savvy' ability, i did not know how to change the time for my smiggle clock. I tell you, smiggles is ONLY good for stationery. (sorry badih).

Work was good. Can I just say this fobby guy who's half cute if only he was a chick and who thinks having a number as your name is cool IS TOTALLY PISSING ME OFF? His name's Seven by the way. I mean, WHO WOULD NAME THEMSELVES a number? I made the most stupid but pretty spiffy comeback yesterday when Kirsty asked me 'Where's seven?'. My response was 'between six and eight'. ZING!!!!!!!!!!! That's what you get for naming yourself a number, doorknob. So, yes why don't I appreciate his presence? BECAUSE he spend the whole day looking in the mirror and making lots of stupid mistakes. You see.. here is a proof.

x = the number of hours he's working

y = the number of hours he actually works

x-y = the number of hours he's looked in the mirrors

and x-y > y, which is pretty pathetic

and due to the "PATHETIC" theory, x-y could be the time that we could've used to clean as many tables as we want...

oo and let z be the number of times he makes a stupid mistake (LIKE OPENING A TILL AND WALKING OFF just in the middle of asian and backpackers land.)

z is totally dependent on his brain effected whenever he looks in the mirror which is x-y.

Oh god, I couldn't just take it. It's blogworthy. If he reads this, he's not gonna understand half of it anyways. Like, he's a nice guy but just useless at this point. Hope he blooms. People like Bernie and I are pretty ok-ly fast at work cos we were hired during christmas casual and during christmas, every locals in sydney rob banks. I HAVE NO FRIGGIN IDEA how they spend SO MUCH. and the line.. omg... i swear i can reach Burma if I have to line the people up in the queue to the counter during christmas time.

So, let's get back to happy times.. Ok.. so tonight I'm gonna meet up with Nathan. He's the guy who I've been chatting with from gaydar. Our first converation was along the lines of "I want a blowjob" to "I'm sorry.. I don't do one niter". So, why am I meeting him? We talked last night. He seems like a good guy. But somehow he's still scared of relationships and shit. Well, aren't most guys in sydney. It's a shame. They think enjoying their youth by fucking around is awesome when they'll yearn for closure and warmth when they're all wrinkly and shit faced. But yeah, I wasn't really looking for one either since relationship is not something you look for but FIND. It's like erections. You don't try to have a boner but it feels so much better when it happens. GOOD TIMES!!!!! I just want friends with benefits. Oh, that's another thing. There is a BIG FAT difference between a fuckbuddy and a friend with benefit.

You see, a fuckbuddy is someone who's around for a fuck, whereas 'friend with benefit' (FWB for the time being) is someone who'll be around you most of the time or just come to your house for a wine or a card/board game but end up fucking the shit outta you in bed afterwards and blame vodka in the morning but still laugh about it. Now, that's what I want. Is he the one?

Well, we'll have to wait and see........

Music: Breaking Benjamin - Polyamorous

Mood: ranty