Here I am again. Trying to think of a good reason to write in my Blog. Have I mentioned before that I don’t even like the things? So what is it that keeps compelling me to come back in here? I come in at least once a day. In fact at the time of this posting I had a mere 77 hits. I would think at least 67 of those are me. Coming in to see if anyone has read my blog and maybe left me a comment.
Why do I care what people think of me so much? It brings me back to the same dilemna. I want to be famous. I guess it is just that most people’s blogs are recounts of their every day life. If that was my blog, I would probably read back over it and shoot myself. It might actually be a way of getting a comment. People would leave me a message saying: “Please kill me”.
I swear I have the most boring, mundane existence there is. Here’s an example:
Monday: Woke up about an hour earlier than I needed to. When my little boy failed to wake me up by prying my eyelids open, he resorted to simply poking me in the eyes. And now I am wide awake, but strangely compelled to keep my eyes closed.
Went to work. Listened to about 10 people whinge at me about how hard their life is and how they can’t afford to feed their kids and pay the bills. Basically asking…nay…expecting me to solve their problems for them. Ummm…. nahgetfuckeddontlikeyaanddontcare.
Came home. Bathed the boy. Fed the boy. Spent time with the boy. Put the boy to bed. (for the record this is a highlight of my otherwise drab working week). Then I muck around on the computer or watch a bit of tele. Can’t get too involved in anything cos I have to go to work in the morning. Better go to bed early, cos even though I don’t have to get up until 7:00, I will probably be woken around 6:00.
Tuesday: (Please see Monday)
Wednesday: (Please see Monday)
Thursday: (Please see Monday)
Friday: (Please see Monday)
It’s only just now struck me why they call it ‘Monday’. It sounds almost exactly like ‘mundane’.
Saturday: Yay! It’s the week-end! Oh shit I blinked, and now it’s fuckin Monday again.
I look at these dole bludgers and think how wonderful it would be to never have to get up and go to work. My wife rationalises that I would never have any money to spend and would never have the benefit of owning my own home. And she’s right. But what’s the point of having the money and a nice house when I am not around to enjoy it? When I am at home, I am usually cleaning it up or my little boy wants my attention (like right now)….
Well that was an interesting episode. He had just had some cheese and, pedantic as he is, he wanted my help to wash his hands. While we were at the bathroom sink he decides he wants to clean his teeth. Only problem is he used his toothbrush to help his mother clean the toilet the other day. We did buy him a new toothbrush, but do you think I can find it now? Ironically, it resulted in a three year old boy screaming at his dad because his dad has told him he is not allowed to clean his teeth. No wonder the children of today have no respect. Their parents are depriving them of good hygiene.
Where was I?... Oh yeah. So now what should have been a simple preening exercise of about 5 minutes, has turned into a half hour search for a toothbrush. I have that much less time to clean up the house that I am sacrificing so much of my fortnightly pay packet to own. Do you know it was February when I recorded my first post. Since I know you have all so faithfully been following my blog, I don’t have to remind you that we had just that night suffered from a flash flood. Well I still haven’t found the time to clean my yard up after it. I have managed to clean up the stuff that needed cleaning up (i.e. the stuff we needed to salvage), but that’s only because I took the next day off work to do it. I simply lack the time to do so. I look out the window where I sit and I can see my barbecue is still upended.
Meh. Maybe with a bit of luck, most of it will have bio-degraded by the time I get to it.
Well the boy is demanding some more of my time. Only fair I give it to him.
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