I'm pals with my bosslady...She's tryna wean me of blogger...chukwu a gaghi e kwe! (God no go gree!) In fact we's friends. Yeah, i know...Word around here's: Never be friends with the Boss. I say fiddlesticks, Period.
So what, i'm the new kid on the block, don't make you an Oscar Wilde! Why do people who've managed to become redundant at their jobs think they can lord it over newbies? Abi na you go school for me? Can't they overstand that " i don't want your fecking Job!" Damn, these dim wits just make me wanna roll over and cry.
I'm cranky alright. Cranky as hell. And i think Miz T.(My Doggy) is preggers. How? Where? When? I dunno. I don't know. She awfully lazy and her mammaries are kinda bigger. Maybe i'm seeing things. Considering i get home so late and i'm half asleep and Miz T. tired from the day's activities and...and...
Plus some woman who by the way sounds like a banshee (as described) has been calling my phone talking to someone who ain't me.
PHCN's really Crappy stuff. Real crappy. I'm not even wasting valuable space saying it.
Niether am i gonna waste more valuable space talking of
THE FRYING EANGLES!
Ok. Haven't been on FB in about two weeks. I'm cured. That shit was madness. Sheer madness.
Still haven't seen a movie since my last random obiligbo. When did i get this bizzy? Boooooooooooooring? Unexciting??? Me?????
Even I am worried...
Right. I think i'll go back to work. Praying for Uhuru...