So. Who am I: Teesee, a collective of experiences, some good, some bad and some bloody awful. I’m funny (no really, just ask Peter, who'll supply the references, quotes and one liners I tend to exhale on a bi-millisecond basis) and I live to write. Someday I hope to be able to write to live, but until then, you’ll get my ramblings for free. I’m cool like that.
Some time ago I made a Plan B which encapsulated everything I wanted to achieve in the coming year. Yeah. Well I got bored of that and now use it as a moodle, doodle board. And at times when I’m feeling particularly inspired, I scrawl things on it to motivate me.
Things like:
Remember to take the rubbish out.
And
Remove hair from plughole.
If that doesn’t want to get me out of bed in the morning, then nothing will.
It was Saturday morning and I was feeling energised. Ok, that’s a lie. I’d caught sight of myself in the mirror at Asda earlier that morning and realised two things:
1. I had bags under my eyes. If I was in WHSmith’s I’d have charged myself a penny for each of them.
2. I needed a change.
A change of pace, a change of location… and really, I just needed some change for the pasta I’d decided to buy. Being frightened of my own reflection spurred me into action. So of course I took a trip down the stationery aisle.
