Le Sigh
Ladies and other persons of gentle persuasions,
I am drained.
I have been so drained of all creative abilities or 'output' that I have been incapable of verbal diarrhoea, even.
However, in order to save Ms. J the trauma of dedicating an entry to yours truly imploring me to "update, for the love of Blog!"- here I am!
Alive
Breathing; and
Still Leader of the Anti-BOIW Movement.
For it is that fine specimen of Corporate Detritus that has driven me to once again seek the cathartic embrace of www.diaryland.com. What oh what, would I do without the BOIW? Without 'her', I'd be short of no fewer that 5 entries, at least. So yes, we should all be thankful for the existence of the BOIW, for without her, this blog would be bereft of so much joy, of the acerbic sort.
But which specific BOIW-related tale should I infest my online journal with, exactly? Her continuous (and laudable) efforts to spread the usage of Inggris? Her constant acts of sabotage on my career through the use of conflicting instructions, none of which she will take responsibility for? Her Eau De BOIW? Her wonderful, non-existent sense of humour?
Where to begin?
Frankly, I can't point to a single instant of BOIW Exposure- it's all been little pin-pricks aimed at my fragile balloon of a spirit.
People, I am drained. I am completely deflated. I am sick of banging my head against so many walls. I am sick of my daily vow to not let her spoil my day. I am sick of not wanting to wake up in the mornings to go to work. I am sick of imagining her gruesome and violent demise each time I look at her.
I want out.
Therefore, as Blog is my witness- I'm asking Big Boss to release me from the clutches of the BOIW.
Wish me luck!
nads went at 14:37