Fucken fucks, how time flies. There I was six weeks ago hanging around the hovel and making hilarious jokes about sodomy with the pussycats and now WTF I am pretty much spending all my time staring at the chandelier* in My Office (FYI not a euphemism for 'the miscellaneous light fitting in My Vagina') thinking about awesome ways to kill myself The Laws and that.
And yet...
You can relax though because although I am clearly now Adult in the manner of a 'MISTER NORA DOES DONKEYS' DVD, I'm not letting all this Maturity/Income go to my head. Basically I am just the same as I always was...only without all that bothersome Alcohol Addiction/Good Times/Will to Live shit that used to plague me in my Youth.
Am I awesomely interesting now I am Adult or what? I can't tell you how much The Dude looks forward to me coming home and telling him all about how I interpreted s.568 of the Crimes Act that afternoon.
And yet...
...I am sort of beginning to wonder how someone as committed to 'Anarchist Philosophies of Idle Boheme Etc' as I am has ended up where I have ended up.
Basically, life used to be a lot more like this:
There is nothing awesome about that.
Basically, life used to be a lot more like this:
'what r u lookin at, cunt.'
Now it's more like this:
'I type at 1238 wpm!'
There is nothing awesome about that.
Sorry, I know I rabbit on about this crap like a fox with a fucken rabbit up its date, or some shit. I promise I won't whinge anymore for like, at least another couple of hours.
xoxo nora
*there is a chandelier in my office, I am not joking bros. Does chandelier=HIGHEST DEGREE OF WORLDLY SUCCESS ATTAINABLE ON MORTAL PLANE? I think the answer to that question lies in the area of YOU FUCKEN BET IT DOES, hey. Let's retire.
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7 comments:
"retired, like a mongaloid?"
IF I HEAR ONE MORE FUCKING SHIT BORAT JOKE I'M GOING TO FUCKING SNAP
Dear Mista Nora,
you've changed man, you used to be cool. i don't know if i can hang out with you and your chandelier-in-the-office types...
Stop writing words that reminds kiki to be angry, he has powerful friends (he-man, turtles that are ninjas AND mutants, sampson, etc).
Good work on the ultimate attainment of careers. Do you have a view of the whole world from your office?
P.S) I work in an office underground, I can see moles digging, and worms and insects and corpses and stuff. It's rad.
I fucking love that you're a lawyer and you're obviously insane xoxo
in a good way, obvs.
Hey, dudes, Mista Nora aint' insane (much), he's ma barudddder.
But Nora (LLB BA (Hons)) yo got to chill with the Men in Wigs, they'z what keep da Soc-eye-ET from collapsing.
Continue your martyrdom, contented, Mr N, the world will rest easy, well protected from "fucking cunts" as I think you would tastefully put it.
Dear Mister Nora
The more wack shit you get done quick smart, the bigger the possibility of Triumphal Comebacks ie this is the part of the movie that would precede a pretty Sweet Montage.
Kind Regards,
Kiki: yeah I know. I've totally lost my motherfucker. PLEASE HATE ME.
Adam: I can see pretty much the entire world except for shit that isn't a grey building opposite my building and a tree. Comprehensively a MILLION DOLLAR VIEW, I think you'll agree.
Audrey: I am sane as a cut snake I'll have you know.
Jayboy: I think I prefer to be 'Miscellaneous Scumbag' than 'Martyr of Cunts'. The Fucken Cunts as I INDEED tastefully put it can go fuckemselves.
BWFS: You know I think the more Wack Shit I get done the more Wack Shit will get piled on me to continue doing Wack Shit with. I am trying a new technique of 'FAILING YOUR WAY TO SUCCESS'. So far it's pretty much failing.
xoxo nora
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