I could get used to being a bossman you know. Since we last spoke I have:
- Padded about my flat in my Venezuelan Shepherd's poncho, eating cereal and listening to Play It Cool by the Super Furry Animals. It somehow felt befitting
- Arrived at the office some 4 hours late, and not had to explain myself to anyone.
- Eaten a selection of Chocolate Brownies.
- Reviewed the latest edition of Heat magazine. As far as I can tell, I am supposed to loathe the ladies that are too thin, and mock those that are too fat or have silly hair/handbags.
Sloth, tardiness, gluttony, and superficiality. This is the life.
4 weeks ago