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So you are the wizened dwarf in the dungeon at the end of the endless corridors in the joke.
Yes, several hours in cheap pubs can leave you feeling a bit drawn.
You’re the only person who should define what success is. So how was the 12 days? Any improvement over how they would’ve been had you not stopped? Are you going to make another go of it?
Your bloodline is what gives you your soul. Embrace that!
Not much to be honest. I saved some money – which I gave to middle daughter, who is in drama school down here with the upper middle class arty crowd who have far more money than her. She struggles a bit keeping up with their social expectations. They’re ignorant of income differences, in a way that you’ve described in your NYC journal extracts, which give me a stomach pang of recognition.
There was an ambivalent advantage of knowing that I was more naturally reserved when speaking to Wendy and Kitty, but I’m not sure that being “reserved” is something I’m aiming at with them in the long run. However, I am going to do it again. The money is the main incentive, and knowing that I’m not taking any risks with work is another.
I’d love to know where this SE European / Jewish / Roma look comes from in my uncles and aunties.
Get yourself DNAed & you’ll discover you’re Danny Dyer’s long-lost cousin.
In true Beatles case judge style, I had to look up Danny Dyer.
Here’s a helpful picture for the similarly benighted https://bit.ly/2S6Z8Zw
If kicking shit was easy everyone would be doing it. Just stay the course, they’ll be setbacks but sooner or later you’ll get to where you need to be. Hell i’m a miserable failure at most of the things i do but i somehow manage to keep putting one foot in front of the other… i’ve never held what the adults would call a “real job", my relationship is shit, the writing has gone south, and sometimes i’m absolute shit at shit parenting thing… wow, think i’m gonna go turn Iggy Pop and listen to Success and bask in the glow…
If kicking shit was easy everyone would be doing it. Just stay the course, they’ll be setbacks but sooner or later you’ll get to where you need to be. Hell i’m a miserable failure at most of the things i do but i somehow manage to keep putting one foot in front of the other… i’ve never held what the adults would call a “real job", my relationship is shit, the writing has gone south, and sometimes i’m absolute shit at shit parenting thing… wow, think i’m gonna go turn Iggy Pop and listen to Success and bask in the glow…
and now i don’t even know how to send fucking comments!! Brilliant!!!
Ha ha…keep going kono. It makes me look more popular than I am.
It’s a shame the age of the sitcom has gone. I can see the comedic possibilities of the cartoon Looby character at the centre of this blog;a fatuous, drunk,free-loading bar worker who imagines himself to be a struggling intellectual and ladies’ man.We laugh at the delusions of Harold Steptoe, Captain Mainwaring and David Brent precisely because they are blind to them.
I don’t work in a bar, and I haven’t had sex for going on two years, but any way of turning my life into a tv programme would be grabbed with both hands. I somehow don’t think I’m the next Julia Davis though.
Twelve days is not to be sniffed at.
And harder than it looks when you’re this far gone.
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