I'm not going to be a giraffe after all, coorse b'astards.
Maybe I'll pick something more cuddly like a scorpion.
This transitioning thing's not all it's cracked up to be.
Went to a restaurant in South Africa that actually served giraffe (on the menu i mean) along with many other exotic things that probably taste like chicken. Was tempted to order it rare as some sort of catharsis but decided against it when i saw the clientele.
Think i am over it now and wont hold my experience against the species.
Also in South Africa there is a genus of vulture that has evolved with no neck feathers and a short beak. It's speciality when encountering a corpse is to enter via the rear and get to the choicest parts at the rear end of the digestive tract. Legend has it if they live a particularly non virtuous life they are reincarnated as huns.
Live and let live i suppose.
Things that piss you off......
The essay, questionnaire and daily diary that bar staff have to type in to a till before it let's them get in for my change.
Seriously? What do they have to enter? How hard can it be?
£4.50...boom that's it gees my f*cking change you slow b*stard of a machine.
And breathe.
When due to an incredible string of events it takes you 65 hours to get to work when it usually takes 19
This on top of you doing a 5 weeker to help your back to back out so he can go back to o his brothers wedding, but due to the 65 hours hes going to miss the wedding anyway and your 5 weeker is for no reason
Left first thing Wed morning got to work 2 hours ago
I fcking hate flu.