Bored senseless

From 9 to 5 I have to spend my time at work

My job is very boring I'm an office clerk

Bored, bored, bored, bored. It's only 11 0'clock and I'm already wishing the day was over. Blah blah blah. Still haven't had any comments on my blog. Still haven't got rid of this cold. At least I can have a hot bacon sarnie dripping with pig fat soon. And another coffee. Very strong. Everyone's talkign about going bowling tonight but no'one's mentioned it to me - not directly. Expect they might remember me at the last minute, as usual. Oh, yeah, Jez, you can come too if you want. Like they really want me. As if they hadn't forgotten I exist until they need someone to make up the numbers. ANd drive them all home afterwards. How does that always happen? "You don't mind do you Jez," nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh. GOod old Jez - the one that always does what he's told. ONe day I'll get some real friends. ONe day I'll press this little button on my computer keypad - that one with a funny squiggle on that you don't know what it means - and all their heads will blow off in a glorious syncronicity of blood and gore and brain bits which will be spread all across the boring grey carpet and the boring white polystyrene ceiling and will drip off the matching grey desks and clog up the eyes of all their stupid little teddy bears and mementoes of paris and pictures of their braindead boyfriends that they all keep next to their stupid computers and