11:35 AM jollof rice and bargue (how
do you smell spell) barbeque chicken in front of me. That’s
what we eat for breakfast in this house. I felt like I wanted to write one
today and I'm trying to right move these. I was listening to Bruno Mars's new
album but now I'm listening to nothing because my computer was playing up, how
good is that album, though.
let's take a cue from a title
in my prayer map for women book
Here's what is happening
in my life and assume I
haven't said this before.
first of all universal
credit/jobcentre is still p***ing me off. I think it's more job centre because
I have fewer problems with my actual benefit. It's not perfect by all means but
it's doing its best. With the jobcentre you deal with people and for the most
part, they are great but the other part you are just a number to them. Listen I
don't know how many victims ‘cough’ I mean claimant one work coach deals with
individually a week but how about making it a little personal. I started
writing (or I'm still if I wrote it before) writing down what I do by hour.
(I'm pretty sure I wrote this next bit before now but I'll continue) It may
sound obsessive but (I need to not write the word but so much) I'm trying to
deviate away from the perfection part my personality (def think I wrote this
next part before) and more into whatever happens, happens.
Because our lives are not set
in stone, the end will be {aka death} And the beginning was but (damn it)
however how we get there is up to us.
31
minutes, see you when I see you.
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