[poll id="2"]Howdy there partners, today as a special treat respite from my story of a man called Fallen. Still untitled, a poll now graces my blog with three suggestions for a title. Please help an old bald man out and have a go or suggest your own.
Anyway lets get back to the old routine shall we? The joy of ranting, spewing forth words of rage like vomiting an outbreak of verbs and comma’s. Today’s subject is simple and I urge you to join in. Things I do which I really am not that keen on to be honest, catchy eh!
They are not things I truly hate but little niggles that gnaw at my very being like a pack of irritating rodents… nibble…nibble.
Shaving, that’s right shaving I may be very bald but I have been cursed with facial hair that grows at an alarming rate. Sadly my occupation means clean shaven is the only way to go (although four hours after shaving I might not have bothered). If on an early 8am to 4pm you can find me during the early hours of the morning hunched outside my house, cigarette in mouth, book in one hand and electric razor in another. Looking stunned due to the time of day, lack of sleep and the perpetual buzzing in my ear.
Brushing my teeth, booorring how many hours of my life spent toothbrush in one hand book in another, desperately fighting tooth decay brought on by the vast quantities of sugar I consume daily. I have an electric toothbrush so morning time another round of buzzing. Most of my morning routine I feel like I am being attacked by a swarm of bee’s.
Sleeping, oh this is the worst! What’s the point eight hours a day wasted. I could be doing so much more, writing, reading, blogging reading blogs the list goes on and on.
I do have trouble sleeping possibly caused by my resentment towards it. To make matters worse less then eight hours? Zombie evil grumpy bald man, no good not in my line of work. A real catch 22.
And finally the less than grand finale. I hate spelling and grammar! Why? Because I am truly truly terrible at it, grammar means nothing to me a mixture of never been taught and a hint of dyslexia means I have grammar blindness. Without making myself through will power and because I don’t want you to suffer this whole post would not contain a single paragraph, comma or full stop. Spelling truly without spell check my life would be hell. Writing comments on others blog’s and face of the book shows the full extent of my poor spelling. I find it quite frankly embarrassing ( a word I have no idea how to spell).
So that’s it my fellow human beings and splendid people, rant over, afraid next time more short story (gotta get it done!) please feel free to add your own little niggles and fill in the poll. Until we meet again the bald one’s signing out.
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