PigPog

I’ve been keeping a kind of a loose journal for the whole of this year. I say loose, because I lost it a couple of times and went months without writing in it. It has no specific structure or theme, and has just one rule – I write in there everything and anything that’s on my mind. I wanted to share an extract from a recent entry, because I think it came across really nicely and pretty much sums up who I am – a fed-up office worker in need of some excitement!

Warning – Contains Strong Language.

Anyway, here goes. This was written earlier on in the week, when I was sat at work somewhat p’d off with my lot:

“I want colour and texture and rock ‘n’ fucking roll.
I want music and light and sound and love.
I want art and excitement and humour and life.
I want to chase forgotten dreams, to try on new lives to see how they fit.
I want sex and chocolate and sometimes both at the same time.
I want long hair and leather and long screaming guitar solos.
I want to sing, dress up and paint with my fingers.
I want to get out of this fucking office and walk in the woods.
I want to swim in a cool calm sea.
I want to fucking live.
To live an extraordinary life.”

Yep, definitely the ruminations of a fed-up office worker in need of some excitement. And compensates by swearing a lot.