as observed, monday sux

So im rushing now. Rushing to get to work.

Woke up a little later than usual, and due to the sickening avalanche effect, i ended being superbly behind time on EVERYTHING. Fuck Monday.

Managed to finally get out of the house at 820am. I live on the top floor - 20th storey. My clothes dry really fast, and when the wind is on, my clothes all become nearly horizontal. If u want to know wat it feels like to do ur laundry in hurricane katrina, come to my place - it has the full simulation - except the dying n*ggas... As Carlos Mensia once said, "Hurricane Katrina taught us a very important lesson, n*ggas can't swim."

Anyway, so im getting into the lift, and then it stops at L18. An eyebrow twitches. Okaaaaaaaaay, never mind, a little kid gets in. Small innocent, but DIABOLICALLY EVIL LITTLE PIECE OF ROTTEN FLESH. The little imp begins to hit buttons like a mad leprechaun. If i had my tennis racquet in hand, I might've instinctively smacked the little scaley menace.

But i didn't. He was with his mother, i wouldve needed TWO racquets in that case.

So what turned out to be a simple 2min lift ride, turned into wat seemed like 30min - im certain of it. Fucking cretin should be burned to a crisp and fed to walruses.

As if it wasnt any better, my standard bus service 124, took a turn for the worse, changing the bus from the old model of bus, to the new model - the R3T4RD3D version, with its trademark cinema seats and complete lack of seating for anyone. Engineering failure on the road.

And who says taxis arent worth it?

song of the day is "Fields of Gold" by Eva Cassidy...