Hell its tough getting back into the work vibe, the political correctness of it all, the social ballet, the hours, the hierarchy...yadda yadda, blah. What’s so cool is that I don’t give a shit; I resigned first day back, and just need to handover and rock the fuck out of here, yeah! Still the hour’s drrraaaaaggggg on, huh....

Now, I have had another high after resigning (I know, how the fuck can you get higher), I got delivery of my new fuck big Van, it’s huge and can ride over shit. But it’s also huge and I can’t get into parkings, ha aha, hilarious! It’s going to take me time to get used to this beautiful beast of burden. Pharo reckons chick are going to be dropping there panties when I cruise past, in my 4 wheels of justice, Taxi's are going to drop their oil boxes at the site of me about to ram them off the road, aggh can life get sweeter (maybe if my work nemesis grew a wort on her face)?

That being said, shit, I just read The Blond Blogshells blog, and the poor custard pudding is going through the worst thing ever, breakup. I have had 3 or 4 mates break up over the Xmas/Summer period, Shitballs I feel for this peeps, its stressful that stuff, killa actually, not only dealing with work, life, money, now you gotta deal with part of your closest friend/lover/support system leaving you. So please a thought for BB and my mates that are going through this, cause I know all about it!

Keep rocking in a free world.

S.