Author: Olly

I left for lunch, and txt nic so that she could make me a sandwich for my lunch. I didn’t make her do this, she told me to do it so that im not fucking about when i get home. I got home and everything was fine. We were watching one of them telly programs where people take their problems and stuff on air, and try and sort them out.

There was this one woman, who treated her daughter like shit, the scene we saw was the host asking the lady a question, he asked her “how’s your daughter doing in college” – The woman replied “Yeah, well i think she’s doing ok, bla bla”. It turns out, that the girl had actually left school months ago because she was being bullied! – Now i saw this as a pretty damm serious thing, and expressed this to nic by saying something along the lines of “She’s not a very good mother” Nic then proceeded to roll her eyes, scowl and go on about how there are loads of people in this world like that etc etc. To which i agreed and gave it some of the “calm down” back off hand movements.

Then for some reason this escalated into a row, and nic blurted out “but you wouldn’t know because you’ve had an easy life” Now i don’t give a fuck who you are, NOBODY apart from me, knows what’s happened in my life. NOONE but me has felt the things I’ve felt, and NOONE can sit there and tell me I’ve had an easy life. Because that’s fucking bullshit.

I walked off, because i didn’t want it to end up as a massive argument, and i just don’t want to be around people when they are judging me.

And i got back to work, pissed off, bored, and cold. Only to receive a phone call off danny, trying to tell me that he’s had no call off me or dave, to arrange a payment. yet he’s been on holiday with sy. Ok, so when did this exactly become mine and dave’s problem and not sy’s? He then try’s to tell me that dave’s full of shit, and dave ordered them, and dave this and dave that. I really don’t know who to believe. I want to believe dave, but i have my doubts. I don’t really want to believe sy and danny.. But again i dunno.

All i know is that so far I’ve had fuck all to do with it, apart from attempting to raise the cash last week, and failing. So im staying out of it. Im gonna recommend that dave puts the company into liquidation. Cos this is a complete crock of shit.

Anyway, i left for lunch and everythign was fine. I come back from lunch and everything is not fine.

Knowin my luck ill go downstairs an be fired.

The moment i have been waiting for, has finally arrived. I have bought some camo adidas trainers! – For at least a year, I’ve been gagging for some. But the camo superstars go for over £500 a pair, and the Oregon Camo, only ever went up to size 9. Until now!

UK Size 11.5 worn once, in bangin condition! – So my baby is buying me them for xmas. I have preliminarily bought them, and she’s gonna give me the money for then,, and then she’s gonna hide them for a month till xmas!

I was so excited when i saw them, i have NEVER seen them in my size, and i just cant wait to wear them! – Im still gonna get some pure white superstars customised with camo.. maybe urban camo tho 🙂

I don’t seem to of posted much recently, but with all the sites i have to run, my time soon evaporates! But as soon as anything important (like camo trainers”!) pops up, ill be sure to add it to here.

Xmas time should be good for me and nic nac, we got my mums house to ourselves, so we will be being rude everywhere, and walking around naked on xmas day hahaha. Probably wont happen but its a nice thought.

I bought some camo laces too, off ebay, for my fleetwood lo’s as the puny laces that were in them to start with are wack and in my draw. I was wearing them without laces, but i look like a newly released convict!

Got to go now, ive told my girl to be waiting for me in bed naked for when i get home from work… So we’ll see 😉

It seems quite a while since my last update. And i seem to have a difference of opinion and a different outlook on things, every time i come to write a blog entry. I am gonna try and cut down on the weed that i smoke, because i keep finding things that i want, and i keep having ideas for businesses that id like to start or look into. And if im wasting £70 a week on weed, then that money could be spent on alsorts, including catalougs and stuff for suppliers off the interent.

for the first time, well, ever! i am sitting at work, FREEZING my bollocks off.. I dont know why, im just really cold today. I think its because im cutting down on the things i eat, and usually im digesting a load of food, so that keeps me warm 🙂

I really REALLY want to start a trainer shop. I want to sell rare and exclusive trainers, as NOWHERE in mansfield does it. And i facking love sneakers! – I guess i can spend the rest of this year researching products, and suppliers, and then maybe in 2006 i might be able to get a loan or something, and get a lil shop of my own.

This thing me and dave want to do, is all well and good, but its not MINE. And i want something thats MINE.

Anyway, i got a load of things i need to post, and its nearly hometime.

Chow chow mon frere 🙂

So far this week, i have discovered the following.

Subway is not always the answer

You dont fuck with gollum!

Abusing work recources is ace!

Been feeling quite strange recently. I feel as if i am going through another maturing stage, its probably because of all the moving out talk me and nic have been discussing. – I can safely say, that after xmas, we will both be outahere! And hopefully moved into our own lil flat!

Its not that i dislike living with daz and mat, at times its brilliant.. But then some other times, it fucking sucks! Take this little example, I acquired a quad, and for a day or two i planned on tucking it away behind the house, out of everybody’s way, and so there it was. Smith comes home, puts his wet helmet and gloves on the surface we cook our food on, piled his clean washing on the settee where we are supposed to sit, and came out with “can you not park your quad there, i don’t want to have to look at it!”

What, the, fuck!

I don’t want to look at 99% of his shit that litters the house, i don’t want to have to look at the wood that’s been on the stairs for 4 years. I don’t want to have to look at the shitty bathroom that’s been shitty forever, and i certainly don’t want to poison myself cooking food on the shitty surfaces that are in the kitchen.

All in all, the house might as well be derelict.. At least that way it would get knocked down and someone might make use of the land!

My memory seems to be getting a tiny bit better.. I seem to be dreaming again, and i seem to not be as depressed. I have cut down on the weed, and i (like already explained) seem to be going through another transitional period.

One last thing, i think im gonna hand my notice in soon. All this bossing me about is not exactly doing me any good. I cant stand people telling me what to do, and i cant stand being forced to do work that i feel no passion for. – I mean, i still get job satisfaction, when something that i make is seen out and about, or someone tells me they saw one, but i don’t want to do it anymore. My 4th career is slowly ending, and the 5th is starting to shine through!

Some pics on olstar.co.uk so check them out.