Don't Take Five

Here. We. Are. Post number two, let's get down and dirty with it! I had planned to write tonight about some of the little things that annoy me a great deal, but for some reason they aren't springing to mind at the moment. Hopefully they will come to me. Something which has annoyed me a bit today is the roof of my mouth. The reason that this has been giving me grief is that I burnt it this morning on my breakfast. Today I had mashed sweet potato on toast for breakfast, and did not give myself enough time between taking it out of the microwave and placing it in my mouth. This means that for the next few days I will have to endure the agony of constantly tonguing the raw flesh that is now the top of my mouth. It has truly taken a lot of enjoyment I get out of life's simple pleasures. An example is today we had some sausages at work. Now, I love a good sausage, and these ones weren't bad, perhaps a little undercooked, but pretty good really. Today though, they did not please me.

One thing that was better than usual though was my iced tea. I went for one of those Nestle Green Teas and it was fantastic. Very refreshing, very soothing, very nice. They do have a certain aroma though, when you first open the bottle. Sort of earthy, or something. Green. Hmm. Something that could be improved on those bottles though would have to be the lid. Everyday I buy one of these bottles, and everyday I struggle to open them. I mean, I'm no weakling, nor am I a muscle bound freak, but I (as I'm sure many men do) pride myself upon being able to open jars and bottles with a minimum of fuss. My mother always knew that if she gave a jar of spaghetti sauce to me to be opened, then it would be opened. These Nestle iced teas are emasculating me though. I struggle, I strain but I cannot for the life of me get these lids off without resorting to something other than just hand strength.

So yeah, as I'm sure you can tell, the last couple of days have been very exciting. I still haven't really gotten my head around the fact that I'm going to be getting on a plane in two sleeps time. It's a bit strange really. I have to write a few emails tonight to let some people know what's going on, and where I'm going to be and when. I'll do that next.

This blogging will take some getting used to I believe. I really need to do a mission statement or something for it. Something gay like that. Otherwise it's just going to be these meandering thoughts about nothing up on a screen, and that's never interesting for anyone to read, not even me. A while ago I was thinking about writing about all of the little things in the world that piss me off. I don't seem to have the anger though. Or the memory. Plus, every time I thought about that for a blog I'd start singing that Good Charlotte song in my head, and THAT I can do without.

But do I want this to be funny, do I want this to just be like a journal, do I want this to even make sense? I'll get the hang of it sooner or later, I think that for now I will just concentrate on actually doing it. Getting more than 2 posts out there.

I think something I would like to eliminate, or at least reduce substantially would be it all being about me. I mean, what goes on here is fun and all, but I think that I'd start to get a bit of an ego. We'll see how it goes. I'm going to finish up now.

Bye.

(oh, I thought that I'd mention that I'm currently listening to The KLF's Waiting for The Rights of Mu, and that could be why it's all over the place. This "soundscape" has absolutely no direction and doesn't stick to one sound any longer than you wait to cross the road)