Well that was possibly one of the most tedious annnoying days I've had in a long time. Not only did I have to arise at daft o'clock to go to a meeting on the far side of the M62 I had to endure a whole day of sitting with my ex-girlfirend as we crawlled along the M62. She's been my ex for a while but I still have to sit+work with the oversized, opinated, sower faced bitch. We'll get on to her in a second. First i'll finsih slagging off the waste of time that was the 8 hours of my day.

Got to this meeting, switched off my brain after about 17.853 seconds+stared into space for the rest of the time. Not taking in anything that was being said. Laughed in the appropriate places as the baffoons that call themselves professionals cracked jokes. Stopped smiling when 1 woman referred to an employee as "coloured". Coloured I nearly choked. In which decade was it ever acceptable to refer to people of other races as "coloured". The person in question had recently died and a comment was passed about the fact that their funeral was video recorded and that this somehow was wrong.

Anyway after this drearyness continued for another few hours. It was time to return home. There were angels singing - I could see the light and my day at work was nealry over. This euphoic feeling came to a thumping halt as i walked out of the building I'd been sitting on all day to be greeted by cow-bag taxi driver or my ex waiting in her car. I sparked up a cig - nicoteen being my vice to get me through the working day. I stood there building up the strength and patience required to make my return journey home when cow bag starts impatientley beckoning me to the car. I strolled across the car park. Got to the car door IT rolls down the window - gives me a mouthful about taking the piss by smoking a cigarette and that she has to get to take her child somewhere when she got home. As I breathed in the sweet smoke to stop me reaching in to the car and pounding her moon face into a bloody mess I took more abuse. I thought better of smoking my cigarette down to the filter - just to really wind her up. at this stage believe me I was ready to turn round, walk off and find alternative forms of transport - even walking my oversized carcus back home would've been preferable to enduring anymore time with her.

A nosie of support was made for the leader of the BNP as a report was made on the radio that he;d been appearring in court. This was as we'd raced at well over the speed limit along narrow streets in a built up area - 2 minutes into the journey. She commented that she'd enjoyed the baffoons banter. Wittered on about someone we both know who's just got themself pregnant - I disagree with the circumstances but butt crack thinks it's the bloke who got her pregnant's fault.

According to IT having a life in todays world amounts to what she does for fun. Mainly filling her face with her own badly cooked food, going out and getting so drunk you don't know what planet you're on and if you do go out and someone buys you a meal - half eating it. going on holiday and frying yourself all day and getting drunk. Watching nonsense on TV and walking her dog. leaving her child at home with her Mum - whilst she goes out with her slapper mates and drinks so much she doesn't know what planet she's on. In fact I'll cut to the chase - her whole life involves being miserable, hating everything, looking down her fat nose at anyone and everyone and drinking.

It was amiserable day - let's hope tomorrow brings something better.