Tag: work

Start acting so childish

I’m so bored on the news, which is a terrifying thing when you think about it. I’m totally desensitised to everything from brexit and climate change to wars and terrorism. Remember when you were a kid and none of this mattered. It was wonderful. I’m bored, I think I’ll just

How can I sleep.

How can I sleep, when I walk through the street and bodies lay frozen right there at my feet. How can I sleep, when their muscles are weak, when their breathing is freezing and their futures are bleak. How can I sleep, when they’re out through the night, with the

School’s out.

I know how to write a paper I will be just fine for later I can do my twelve times table So adulthood I’m more than able I arrive when the bells ring Like pavlovs dogs, I’ve learnt this thing And many more a skill I’ve mastered Not like you,


Yes. Or specifically fucked. I have tried to live in London on savings and small earnings here and there. I have tried and failed. I am at the point of zero. I am broke. I am fully broke, like can’t afford to get to a employment centre, interview or job

Jobless (more problems than jay-z)

So I currently don’t have a job. Other than my stand up comedy which honestly doesn’t pay enough for me to enjoy the lavish lifestyles rap videos tell me I should be aiming for. Jay-z may have had 99 problems but I feel like if one of those had been

Nonsense, inspiration and your mum. 

I haven’t written anything in a long time, and there’s probably been a multitude of reasons for that.  I’ve got a new job, before that I was on the cusp of homelessness and before that I was on the brink of suicide. What a bloody rollercoaster life is, only with

How to fix the world. 

War! Huh? What is it good for?  Well maybe, just maybe solving all the worlds problems.  “Jake that’s ridiculous” I hear you cry.  Well you’re right, it is ridiculous.  The only way war could potentially fix the world is if we were invaded by an alien species who decides the

What the fuck am I doing with my life? 

So I imagine this may sound familiar to a lot of readers (I’m fooling myself in to thinking a get “a lot of readers”), the whole question of “what do I want to do?”   The question that’s the bane of my existence, the thorn in my side, the pain

Fuck Mornings. 

Seriously, they’re horrible.  And I think, I’m not a doctor but, they might actually be killing us all.  They have to be, why else would they feel this bad!   I’m currently riding the tube in London at 7am.  My alarm went off at 6:10am (and again at 6:12am because

Don’t Worry, Be Boring.

I worry about a lot of things.  I worry about my job, my love life, money, health, my happiness, the impending nuclear war and countless other things looming over my potential enjoyment of life.  With that worry comes ambition, a burning desire to get to a point in my life at

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