Signaling for the Cows: I'm so tired.

So very, very tired.

One woman’s desperate attempt to circumvent the mind-numbing boredom of the corporate nine-to-five.

Contents may include*:

Ranting,

Raving,

Being scathing,

Anecdotes,

Excessive quotes,

Men in white coats,

Kittens,

Mittens,

Silly people being smitten,

Foul language,

Emotional baggage,

A fair amount of collateral damage,

Sex,

Train wrecks,

References to the T-Rex,

Peanuts,

Tree nuts,

The author may actually be nuts.

In addition,

If you care to listen —

She’s a cranky,

Sassy,

Pain-in-the-ass-y,

Self-professed Anglophile.

Can’t be bothered if something’s not worthwhile.

Rough around the edges,

Sometimes has to be talked off of ledges,

Frequently up for fun and frolic,

Occasionally catatonic.

Honest, sometimes to a fault.

Unafraid to call a halt

To bullshit, when she hears it uttered.

Cannot cope with rooms which are cluttered.

Sarcastic,

Bombastic,

Wary of people seemingly made of plastic.

”For goodness’ sake, do something constructive with your time!”

Apparently means making a rhyme

About herself, and forcing it on unsuspecting folks,

Who will hopefully laugh at her jokes,

And not think this whole thing is a hoax.

*Format lovingly, reverentially, and unashamedly stolen from Charlie Brooker’s poem about The Sun on 10 O’Clock Live, 15th February, 2012. Credit where credit is due, and all that.

Signaling for the Cows

Thursday, June 30, 2022

I'm so tired.

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