Brian B Coutinho
OK, so here’s the thing, I have no idea what to write, SURPRISE!! But our dear darling editor will not take kindly to having a blank page in the WorkZine… (Of course I will NOT be sidelined), so it falls to me to try and fill this page with something, not sure what yet but I’m pretty sure something will come up. You will read all the way to the end, won’t you? Even if I do break into song?
So here I am, sitting at my PC… sound familiar? He he, don’t worry; I’m not going to go through all that again, at least, I think not. It really was a good story you know, sitting in the parking lot and all… I just don’t remember all of it now.
Where was I? Oh, nowhere yet, huh? The workzine is great, you know that? And not just cuz I write for it (hmm, its been a while since the old ego looked in, Wassup dude?
You know I cannot function without you, so what gives?
YOU WERE WALKING ALL OVER ME!!
Ach, shush! (For some reason, I can never type the word “shush” properly the first time round, always comes out as shshu or shsush or hsush… annoying, huh?))
You know, it just occurred to me the other day that (really, you don’t have to listen to my ruminations, you’ll either lose your way or get me so thoroughly confused I forget the point I’m trying to make and just go like, “No, what I mean is, uh uh, no, its like…” you catch my drift, don’t you? I know someone who does that and I’m supposed to be the one who can dance circles around their head!!) Well, it just occurred to me the other day that… hmm, what occurred to me?
See that person I told you about? She just called me so now all I have going on in my head is a pleasant buzz… aah, that feels good. (Ed, designer or whatever, I want a smiley face here, and not one that looks constipated like some of those yahoo ones, I mean one that’s actually hig-ppy I meant happy, happy, not high, just happy). You know what, gimme a few moments; I need to just go let it out. (you know, if it were alcohol giving me the buzz, this would be the time I’d be heading for the urinals, and doing my best to aim for the one in the middle, never mind that when I was completely sober there was just one, but seeing as it is not alcohol (cross my heart) I am just going to stand outside in the sun and grin like a complete idiot for a bit, and try my best not to do the “Sound of music” thingy.)
Aah, that was nice, you know, the feel of the sun on my face, the cool breeze floating over from the lodge next door, (it’s called Paradise Guesthouse, seriously, Paradise?!! At least the other one stuck to Guddy’s, oh, that one used to be called Luts, until someone added an “S” somewhere). Ok, the feel of the sun was nice, for now; hopefully it doesn’t turn out to be one of those baking hot days that can actually get you to sympathize with what the cake goes through before it’s ready to eat.
You know what, let me just tell you about my lunch. I know I’m having breakfast now, that doesn’t exactly stop me from talking about lunch, now does it? (by the way, on a completely unrelated note, I just heard about “boda boda” (the place, not the popular road hazard) the other day (ok, so maybe I do live in the past. But just a bit), maybe that’s what occurred to me? Hmm… Anyway, heard about it and how it’s for only the elite (or so they believe apparently, but seriously, they are going to a place called “boda boda!”) of our bourgeois society and… and I have completely forgotten the point I was trying to make.)
Hmm, well, back to my lunch. (Hang on a sec; Yes Abid, I know I’ve gone way past six hundred words, bite me. Not literally. They never do manage to fill the page anyway. Hey hey hey, I said not literally!! Okay, okay, I’ll stop, I’m stopping! Sheesh!! Crazy bugger.)