Giraffe

So, it has been one hell of an odd week, packing all my things up at short notice, saying lots of goodbyes and moving down to London with just a suitcase and 2 bags full of stuff, at least until I get get my own place. In some ways it's nice living with a reduced amount of belongings, but bloody hell, I'm missing so much of my stuff. I'm also missing a lot of people, if I'm honest, but I knew it would be hard in that respect.

It feels great to be finally down here, though. As for the job... well... after a very brief time, they've let me go. It was a fundraising-based job with a heavy reliance on targets and I just wasn't meeting them. It's a complete load of shitting bum-powder that this has happened, but I can understand to a degree and I always knew deep down, that it would be a very tough job. Still... fuck.

Again, the hunt for a job down here resumes and the nerves and pissing uncertainty set in again. The CV has been updated once again and on the hunt I must go. Also, this paragraph has quickly turned into a load of mint and pepper-flavoured Giraffe spunk.

Anyway, today has got me thinking about various things, stepping back and looking at everything. I've got options to consider, but I haven't got all the time in the world. Fucking time, you evil shitcake.

Not really got much else to say right now. I'm currently in a thoughtful, reflective mood and I've no idea how to wrap this blog post up.



Hmmm...












Vomit Sex.