Chump-lympics

Is anyone else too hot?

I've been too hot for like, ten days.

Remember when it was too cold? Bring that back! I miss that.

It is however proving to be a rather fabulous excuse about why I can't exercise. These days I have to get the bus home (or as Ginger calls it, 'The Peasant Wagon'). Currently, you settle in for a good twenty minutes of being boiled alive. You depart, a red, sweaty mess, and fall into your apartment, muttering a word which sounds vaugley like 'water'. It's very nice. I really can't recommend it highly enough. Your Ginger will then make several comments expressing his sheer disbelief at how destroyed you are.

No shit Sherlock, my Taxi man quit.Sometimes in the mornings, I eat really loud, and bang into everything, and sing horribly, just to let him know how I feel about it.

ALSO, I hit my mum in the face with a coat hanger at the weekend (accident), and it worries me that I found it so amusing. Honestly. My priority, above checking she was okay, was giving it to a good bout of hysterical laughter.

I'm not a good person.

I also read this book in two days called 'The perks of being a wallflower' which was completely absorbing. When I was younger I used to opt out of life in favour of a good book, and it really took me back to the rosy old days. Reading it was like being under hypnosis. It seemed much more real. I also watched this film, called, 'The Thirteenth Floor' which was all about fake realities within fake realities.

Is this what a nervous breakdown feels like?

Somehow, and I really don't know how, this abomination, called the Olympics, has been allowed to continue. I thought our combined British cynicism would weigh it down, and it would just like, sink to the bottom of the ocean. Ginger said he watched the opening ceremony and he might as well have been watching someone repetitively set five to wads of money.

I really don't know how every resident of London hasn't killed themselves due to the looped announcement from Boris Johnson in the tube stations, 'MILLIONS of people are coming, PLAN your journey carefully, or be trampled under their eager, sport loving feet.' Thanks Boris.

Why don't they get it, that all British people really want is a well made cup of tea? It would be soooooooo much cheaper. I mean, I never really excelled in mathematics. I barely dragged my number-challenged brain into the C grade bracket at GCSE, but I bet it would save a fortune.