Wednesday, June 29, 2005

fighting drunk

Gah, well into staff training now, and all this suger sweet touchy feely nonsense has sapped my energy levels to the last dregs. Team building? to me a night in a bar getting fighting drunk and cross eyed is worth 50 hours of standing on boxes and sharing "feelings". If i was honest in one of thoses sessions, my real feelings, i think, would not only get me fired, but deprted and possibly burnt at the stake.

Talking to the other councillers now and getting excited all over again, me and the other guy who has the same age group have decided to give our bunks themes

hes Pirates

and i (of course) am ninjas

Feel my ultimate power

(which is totally sweet)


Blogger phil k ranted..

you jaded fuck, puck.

4:48 PM  
Blogger Mr Anthony Keane ranted..

alright dude, give me your phone number, but code it with numbers we only know.

gotta hang out, i have the convertible beemer.

1:54 PM  
Blogger phil k ranted..

yo niggaz!
i've been accepted for a capital 1 card...hahahaha!
the greedy bastards, they just don't care do they. they think i'm scared. fuck them.
i'm doing my med-trials next month, there's a nice 4 or 5 grand in my pocket, then take my card and run.
im doing a diving instructor course in thailand. 800 quid, and i can teach. wooohooo!
peace and fucking bitches.....beleive!!!!!

5:31 PM  
Blogger phil k ranted..

capital 1 suck....they want a deposit.
a 200 quid deposit for a 200 quid credit limit. let me do some maths......
wait, i could KEEP the money and spend it at will!

4:03 PM  

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