Nothing Good

Ag nee man! I got it in to my head somehow that it was Friday (eve) and so had anticipated doing Friday night kinda stuff, not necessarily going out so much as just having a chilled, non week day dread filled evening, sms a friend or two to pop in for a drink, eat junk foodish type vibes. And THEN…sob…I realised it was Thursday! SWAK! Like, really, thee swakkest (looks longingly at six pack [of amstel not stomach muscles {I wish}])

Thee. What is up with this word, cos all my students write ‘thee’ instead of ‘the’? Is this a thing, or are they all just really bad spellers? I thought it was an amusing mannerism when one of them critters used it in a BBM to me (yes! That happens!), but now I see they all write it like that. I am obviously not that down with the lingo no more! Please explain. Thanks.

So I have to admit that I am no longer looking longingly at the six pack because I broke down and am slugging the sweet nectar of the hops - slow brewed and extra matured -  because I have decided to celebrate that it is in fact Thursday and that I can get all ampt for Friday all over again. Or something. Am still working on the exact nature of the justification. Justification! This is where my real talent lies. I can come up with a very believable and diverse listing of excuses to: not attend work, a function, to not leave the house, to eat anything bad, to drink, to not use protection, to spend money on whatever, to sms him/her, to stay  in bed etc So, dear reader, if you ever need help finding a valid sounding reason to do or not to do, anything – I’d be honored to work with/for you on all manner of justification needs you might have, Gratis, for free!

Although jissis I could do with a cash injection round about now. I had to borrow money to buy my meds which I have to take in order to go to work and make-a da moneys. You know mos the drill, ne?

So, on an even heavier note. Someone I kinda know through some people I definitely know, committed suicide this week. I am so very sad about it, sickened, that someone who I always thought of as a confident, lively, life-loving kinda guy resorted to such extremes. I feel sick that I never knew of his suffering or could help or something. It’s so bloody shocking and awful. And to think I have considered it so many times myself, in my freaked out emo moments, of which there have been several. It is just such a hectic thing to do. It’s so…final. How does one, who is in any way related to a person who does this, ever come back from it. I’m devastated and  sickened, and I barely knew him. Being in such a dark space where you can see no relief,  have nobody who you feel would care if you ceased to exist, that is truly shattering.  I know that I have to some been very dark spaces in my head and have had histrionic reactions to some of the slings and arrows that life has thrown at me, but yhoh! To actually carry that yearning for it to stop to the ultimate place is just so very heartbreaking.

Okay now Im depressed. I’m quite sure that I deserve to have another cold one. You know, cos, like, Im sad and stuff and I need to erm , you know, stop, feeling, so…and like beer is like …awesome and stuff.

Also, if you are reading this, you probably need one too, so go ahead, Ill wait here while you procure this elixir of delight. By the way, I apologise for the dark nature of where I got to in this piece, and hope you do not feel too disturbed or bothered, or agonisingly indifferent, there we go, have a beer, you deserve it now. Shame.

Due to the nature of what this blog ended up being about I’m just gonna leave it here, cos anything I write now will come across as trite or unsympathetic.

Be good, and Happy Thursday

Anna