Category: My Past

  • Urbex again

    Woh, yesterday was the first day i didnt write a blog entry this month. I was trying to keep cool yesterday, and stay calm as the previous few days before that i was really angry and stressed out. I think the change in temperature played a big part in why i was being a bastard. So i bought some 3/4 length trousers so keep the air flowing 😛

    Friday, hmm.. that word used to get me all excited. I used to think, great 2 days off from working! But i have work tomorrow. Great! At least its not stressfull, and i have got some websites to be working on anyway..

    We went urbex’ing again last night. Back in the old hospital. It was all going perfectly until we were busted by security! He was sound tho, and actually thought we were from the council! haha

    http://www.olstar.co.uk/v90/v/uk-urban-exploration/mansfield-general-hospital/

  • Stress

    I feel it building inside my head, Wishing people around me dead
    I want to push you all away, Be by myself, get out your way
    I think i kid myself a lot, Say im happy, when im not
    the fake smile i wear day by day, Will slowley fade, and go away
    Then whats left is a tattered frown, By myself, no one around
    Feeling sorry for myself, I brought all this upon myself.
    I want to leave and go away, Find a new place where i can stay
    A new life, that involves no stress, To get away from all this mess
    Though, I often wonder to myself, Do i want power, cars and wealth?
    Do i want a wife, and 3 kids?, Or shall i do the things god forbids?
    I know one thing, that remains true, Ill always wonder about you
    And wonder if we would of lasted? Stayed together until we were past-it?
    But, i guess, ill never know this, Ill just hold tight to the things i most miss
    Ill try and keep that fading smile, Upon my face, for a short while
    I hope that one day you will thank me, And see what i did was not done lightly
    Cos its crushed me too, please dont hate me, Although I dont blame you if you do hate me.

  • Out of the ordinary..

    Haha, i was in a foul mood earlyer. I really need to travel the world soon for the sake of the people around me. I bet I Know im a right bastard at times. I do have mood swings, and i do have a fuse shorter than your averidge dwarf hampster’s bell end. {although i have never seen one of these i presume its real small}

    In conclusion, im sorry if im a bastard to you – its the way i am. I will go away soon and you will all be rid of me so dont panic haha 🙂

    Anyway, the out of the ordinary thing that the title suggests is that today, me, Olly, opened a savings account! :O yes! i saved money! Well, technically its a mini cash isa from abbey. But its savings innit! I can only save up to 3 grand in there but when thats full ill just open another. According to my father – who knows his shit on just about every level you can possibly imagine – i can only open one of these mini cash jobbys in one financial year. I doubt id save more than 3g in a year father! rofl
    The beauty of an isa is the fucking government cant get their grubby fucking hands on it. I dont get taxed on my interest! yes! camon! £3,000 a year saved for 3 maybe 4 years is a lot of money. More than enough to go travelling and then have enough to sort me out where ever i end up residing.

    Im thinking, Renting deck chairs in the bahamas? 😉

  • Presumptuous Wealthy Fucktards

    It has just become apparent to me how presumptuous and thoughtless “wealthy” people can be sometimes. For example, a few weeks ago me and wiggy started bringing hot chocolate and powdered milk into work, as 20p for a cup of warm chocolate flavored water was proving too costly. Anyway, we get a moaning at by our boss, as he doesn’t want us making drinks upstairs (even though other employee’s do, and have done for years) and he said that the only reason he puts the drinks machine there is so we can use it.

    So the bringing stuff in phase fettled out, and we started begrudgingly paying 20p for hot drinks again. Now ive gone to fetch a drink today with my last full 20p of the day, and i looked at the top of it when it had finished pouring, and there was some fluorescent yellow coloured liquid on the top of the cup. I showed mark, and he – without thinking – told me to throw it away. I don’t know what the stuff is but it could of made me ill.

    Anyway, more to the point. It’s alright for him, as he’s probably got 20p’s falling out his arse when he leans forward. But I don’t. I don’t have money to burn, and I don’t give a fuck what he does or doesn’t want us to do upstairs, i AM NOT buying drinks at 20p a throw! Especially when there is a chance I wont be able to drink it anyway.

    Ill bring my own shit in, fuck them all.