Unruly

I simply cannot find it within myself to give a scintilla of a shit about anything my boss seems to get excited about. Sure, I can fake it with the best of them. Shit, sometimes I even have myself fooled. But faking it doesn’t cut it at the end of the day. And deep down my boss k

#desensitized #bat #metempsychosis

Doctor (sighing, couldn’t sound less interested): what seems to be the problem today?

Groovy

A while ago now I came across, and made a point of memorising, the word ‘evert’. Two reasons. One, I have vocab OCD. Two, it struck me then, and continues to strike me now, that this is a pretty useful verb for someone like me to have at their disposal.

Speaks for itself

I live alone. Of course, technically, I live with my wife, but that doesn’t really count. I mean, whilst it is true we sometimes exchange words, they’re so banal, so empty of meaning we might just as well not bother exchanging them. So, take it from me, to all intents and purposes I live alone.