Songcatcher
Stud Muffin
- Joined
- Jul 25, 2002
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Sleepless nights finally seem to be fading away. That's what happen to your body when you journy half around the world and quit boozing at the same time. Twenty six days dry so far; and it's been rather Hellish to be understatedly honest. At least, my body feels cleaner, fueled by three proper meals a day. My weight fractuates though, by one kilo, plus or minus. I reckon it depends on whether I been to the can before or after. The fitness level is not as it used to be. A couple of hours walking the dog, and clearing the weed off the back yard. Wlking the dog isn't what it used to be either. The bitch is fifteen, sixteen years old now. What is that like in dog years? No idea. I've never been a dog. Anyway, she can't see, hear, or hardly smell: she doesn't remember me. Bitch.
The islands of Trukia have not changed a lot. Or, they've changed a great deal. It depends, I guess. Numero uno: the place is fucking clean. It used to be fucking clean in an anal retaintive way before, but now, it's rediculously clean. There used to be cigarlett butts at the traffic lights. I cannot find one now. Instead, all the smokers have to go into a glass cage like exotic animals to light up one. I see we are endangered. At least, this means our public toilets are clean and free. I always thought it's a bad sign when the government charges you small change to take shit. Oh, you want to perform the most basic of living bodily function? Well, you have to pay the poo-pee-tax.
So, I'm back in Trukia and jobs a plenty and the part of the country I'm in, stuff are relatively cheap, so no worries. I probably have to move away fron the city into the mountainside to get a job with saticefaction. That means good pay and close contact with chicks. I've family connection to get a position. We've been having a boom in turists from the souterh hemispher lately, I hear, and they want someone with language skills. That is me. Young, blondes with big tits are fine by me. Good'ay, mate! This is brilliant, because the mountainside is much cheaper to live and snowed in for the six months of the year.
"Hey, mate. I've a problem with our drainage. Can you . . .?"
"Sorry, mate. The pipe's frozen, I suspect. I'll get to it as soon as the snow melts!"
Meanwhile, I'll be watching DVDs, checking the Net, and generally keeping warm - alone or not. Thing with my people is that they don't cheat their fellow country men. Well, most of the time. So, price I notice lately is overwhelmingly reasonable. I probably get an apartment in the city and a house in the mountainside. The apartment comes fully furnished with 24/7 broadband! Cheap! The house, well a log house, actually, comes with the job.
Seems like I'll have a fine time here. Without you. Besides, when the shit hits the fan, I can always go to the Redlight district in the city for a company. You did know my city has the finest sex industry district this side of the planet, right? I've checked. It's incomparable from what you have back there in the islands of "pay-tax-for-taking-shit".
To put shortly: I don't needs you.
The islands of Trukia have not changed a lot. Or, they've changed a great deal. It depends, I guess. Numero uno: the place is fucking clean. It used to be fucking clean in an anal retaintive way before, but now, it's rediculously clean. There used to be cigarlett butts at the traffic lights. I cannot find one now. Instead, all the smokers have to go into a glass cage like exotic animals to light up one. I see we are endangered. At least, this means our public toilets are clean and free. I always thought it's a bad sign when the government charges you small change to take shit. Oh, you want to perform the most basic of living bodily function? Well, you have to pay the poo-pee-tax.
So, I'm back in Trukia and jobs a plenty and the part of the country I'm in, stuff are relatively cheap, so no worries. I probably have to move away fron the city into the mountainside to get a job with saticefaction. That means good pay and close contact with chicks. I've family connection to get a position. We've been having a boom in turists from the souterh hemispher lately, I hear, and they want someone with language skills. That is me. Young, blondes with big tits are fine by me. Good'ay, mate! This is brilliant, because the mountainside is much cheaper to live and snowed in for the six months of the year.
"Hey, mate. I've a problem with our drainage. Can you . . .?"
"Sorry, mate. The pipe's frozen, I suspect. I'll get to it as soon as the snow melts!"
Meanwhile, I'll be watching DVDs, checking the Net, and generally keeping warm - alone or not. Thing with my people is that they don't cheat their fellow country men. Well, most of the time. So, price I notice lately is overwhelmingly reasonable. I probably get an apartment in the city and a house in the mountainside. The apartment comes fully furnished with 24/7 broadband! Cheap! The house, well a log house, actually, comes with the job.
Seems like I'll have a fine time here. Without you. Besides, when the shit hits the fan, I can always go to the Redlight district in the city for a company. You did know my city has the finest sex industry district this side of the planet, right? I've checked. It's incomparable from what you have back there in the islands of "pay-tax-for-taking-shit".
To put shortly: I don't needs you.
