Monday, 14 November 2011
WTF is time? Seriously, what the fuck? Where does it get off telling us, being all 'high and mighty' constantly?
I'm looking at this clock on my desk, and it's like 'yeah it's ten to twelve' and, friends, I kept it real. I was like 'no it bloody isn't! It's when I say it is, and now I say it's time to mess around on the internet, casually work and disregard traditional notions that I should be in bed or actually contributing to society in any way.'
Yeah, that'll bloody well show it!