Last night I stayed over at Lis’ house. Me still being unemployed scum I figured I’d try and get back to mine as early as possible to do some comedy work type writing kinda thing. Probably best, thought I, to come home at the same time as she went to work. We could travel together, this would be sweet (Not in a south park euphemism way, I mean sweet in a kitten and sugar way, though as I found out yesterday, too much sugar is bad. I don’t mean that it would rot parts of us, it would just be nice. And not nice like a nice biscuit covered in sugar…argh.)
It’s an oddity to be up so early and at a station when you don’t have to go to work. It in turn made me rather jolly amongst the miserable London rush hour commuters.
I started to sing a little song to myself, showing the world how happy i was and that it was sweet (see above) to be travelling to work with my girlfriend but actually I was going home to drink tea.
Don’t think it went down immensely well. If looks could kill then I would have been stabbed 43 times. That is if a look that could kill took the shape of some kind of ESP dagger, thought maybe if a look could kill it would just be mysterious, the subject would just drop dead. Though that could cause lot’s of accidental deaths. There really should be some kind of safety feature. Possibly this is what wink murder is.
But that would imply that if a look could kill it would be a gun.
Therefore I would have been shot 43 times.
Luckily looks can’t kill.
So now I’m home at nine am. Think I might go to sleep for a bit.