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Friday, February 18, 2005

im sorry but im not finished with this yet. i'm so fucking annoyed about this. i mean, im still a quite extraordinarily handsome man, of that there's no doubt, but i wanted long hair because i am at very much the twilight of my youth and i fully believe that i will not be able to grow my hair long. soon, it will start growing inwards and start mucking up my brain. i can already feel it tickling. so this was it, my last chance. snipped and, AND, FUCKING HELL, SHAVED. So, the fucker got his clippers out anyway, two different sizes, and went to work on me regardless. Then swept away like so many loose clippings of hair in a barber's shop.
When i arrived in Dublin i thought all those job vacancy notices in shop windows that quite explicitly demand 'Must have FLUENT English' were a little bit naive to say the least. I mean, you wouldnt apply for the job if you couldnt read the application and if you couldnt read it then you wouldnt be able to live here anyway, right?
Well i get it now. This fancy foreign fucker, i have no idea from where - he seemed to have facial and racial characteristics from every region on earth (spanish skin, eskimo eyes, african lips, anglo nose and mong forehead) - asks what you want, waits patiently for your reply whilst pretending to listen carefuly, then simply tells you what he's going to do the same way an Australian often ends their sentences with a rising cadence so it comes out like a deeply posed question?!?! So you can answer yes or no, it doesnt matter. He wasnt asking you in the first place.

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