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Ah, the summer... The best of times, the stressed of times.
This summer, I find myself without a permanent job, doing whatever temp work can be found (right now, this means working in a mail room, about as fun as it sounds, with added co-worker racial prejudice for bonus). I wouldn't mind too much if summer wasn't also the time when spending that cash money seems to be all the more tempting - who wants to sit in on warm balmy nights? Don't complain about the UK weather, it keeps me somewhere near solvent...
But also this summer, I find myself in something approximating a proper relationship - one that's a lot of fun, easygoing, full of genuine affection but also porny filth, etc etc (god, I once promised never to talk about my sex life on the 'Lith, did I just break that?). It rocks. She rocks. It's all good. It's taken me completely by surprise, and for once John Lennon was right about something - life is indeed what happens while you're busy making other plans.
Plus, a fantastic artist is drawing a comic script I wrote, and other ideas are brewing. And I love living in "the centre of things, from where everything stems"... King's Cross represents, baby.
Basically my only worry is money. Same as it ever was, eh? |
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