Because I just need to get it off my shrunken chest
So, I these days, I often have conversations that go like this:
Other person: So what do you do?
Me: Well, I mostly write bullshit for surf magazines.
OP: Wow! So, you obviously surf?
Me: Actually I used to. These days I just seem to drive around and sulk.
So yesterday was one such day. I had a lot to do, so opted for the dawnie. I was on the road before the sun tipped the horizon. I had a busy day ahead, so I wanted to get a surf in and set myself up for a day at the desk.
And my gear box sounds like a trapped leopard with a cold, so I wasn't going to go far. But that's another whinge, which if you get close enough to me, I'll drench you with that particular whinge. So, a quick tour of the nearby spots.
Too small for Off the Wall
Too shallow for Sollies
Too scared/sensible to surf 2nd reef Queens alone.
Too fucken over it bother with whatever Glen my have had.
To my desk to sulk.
So, I these days, I often have conversations that go like this:
Other person: So what do you do?
Me: Well, I mostly write bullshit for surf magazines.
OP: Wow! So, you obviously surf?
Me: Actually I used to. These days I just seem to drive around and sulk.
So yesterday was one such day. I had a lot to do, so opted for the dawnie. I was on the road before the sun tipped the horizon. I had a busy day ahead, so I wanted to get a surf in and set myself up for a day at the desk.
And my gear box sounds like a trapped leopard with a cold, so I wasn't going to go far. But that's another whinge, which if you get close enough to me, I'll drench you with that particular whinge. So, a quick tour of the nearby spots.
Too small for Off the Wall
Too shallow for Sollies
Too scared/sensible to surf 2nd reef Queens alone.
Too fucken over it bother with whatever Glen my have had.
To my desk to sulk.
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| "Get over it, asshole" |
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