Money
2002-11-21 at 5:07 p.m.

 

I've just overheard a snippet of a conversation between two people at work.

1st person: How's your smell down there?

2nd person: A lot better thanks.

It's kind of scary here sometimes...

As none of you have left me a message in my guestbook to tell me which position of power you'd like in my new world order I can only assume one of two things:

1. Y'all think I'm so wicked that I can rule y'all by myself.

2. No one is reading this.

Logic would tell me that number two is the reason, arrogance would tell me it's number one.

I prefer arrogance, so thanks for your confidence people. I'll have a list of policies drawn up and a secret police established by the end of the week.

Is it frighteningly obvious how little I have to say?

It's payday today, I'm sure there was a time when that was exciting. Now I tend to look at it and think 'Uh-huh. Yeh. Money. Good.' as the rent/council tax/bills/loan repayments/overdraft interest and anything else I've forgotten about comes flying out of my account. I always imagine it makes a whooshy sort of noice. Kinda like a pillow letting out air when you sit on it. On the other hand when I go into the red I get that aeroplane-falling-out-the-sky noise that kids make going on instead. The week before payday there's generally a crash too.

Well, yeh, so that's money then.