Through my eyes@#~!

Today I feel like my life is a television show where I wrote the script.

Yeah, the spaceship with flashing lights was a bit far fetched, but you gotta have fun you know. And no, I can’t think why I chose Nora Batty for a Mother-In-Law, but so long as most of the characters are well cast, an American network may buy the rights to remake it, whilst leaving out all the good stuff. And Hey, I wouldn’t want the Americans to see the good-stuff any how.

Let me tell you about Dil, Dil’s a guy where I work; whenever a new girl starts, Dil goes over and introduces himself; friendly huh? Saint-like some would say. I didn’t give him time of day when he tried it on with me, though I’d probably have got a promotion or two if I had. Well connected is Dil. I’m not sure why I scripted Dil at all; must have been off my head again.

You know, heaven is a nightclub where Jesus is the DJ; hope he plays punk rock.