and sad and eating my way into the perfect replica of the image I have of myself.
and as I have said many times, “Life sucks and then you die alone“.
Those few who have access to information about me that I do not publish here will have a reasonable idea of where my current state of depression originated. Oh dear Beatrice, he is fucking pathetic.
Grow up dickhead.
A few weeks ago I was down in Dromana at “the client’s” home. You know. The two hour drive. At ONE point, just the ONE short instant in a full afternoon, a heavy truck drove by and we paused the conversation for a few seconds. I remarked that with the exception of a short hour, 2:00am to 3:00am, never all the way to 4:00am, I live with that noise 24/7. She couldn’t believe it.
A heavy truck passing on the highway above me, can and will most often, shake the ground, vibrate my windows. Not an earth quake but the ground does vibrate under my feet, through my chair and into my most sensitive posterior. Oh poor me.