Rain fall from concrete coloured sky
No boy, don’t speak now you just
Drive, drive, drive
Take me through make me fell alive, alive
When I ride with you
Work’s been well hectic, leading to less fun. A bit of backstabbing. Bummer dude. The only positive I can extract from current happenings, is that I need to free my mind a little more. I’m thinking trance, ladies and longboarding.
Yesterday I told my new super boss (via internal “MSN”) that he screwed up something chronic and hence must have been on drugs. To my dismay, the message wasn’t meant for him but he seemed to be humoured by it… wops! Reality check… knives really arn’t my thing.
