Hating The Run Commute
Settling back into London now. I was storming through Belfast yesterday trying to prepare myself for the frenetic pace of London life. Everything is relaxed back home compared to here. I have to amp myself up for the London experience. Ready to close some cunt’s head in a door with a moment’s notice.
I ran home from work tonight but the run was terrible as I’m exhausted from a lack of sleep. I’m going to have to return to watching documentaries about serial killers to help me get some rest. Chaos outside my head makes the inside of my head warm and happy.
I don’t really enjoy run commuting in London. Very stressful. Especially at bus stops when there are groups of people standing around looking down at their smartphones and I either have to run into the bus lane to get around them or start stomping my feet at them to get them to wake the fuck up.
Sometimes I have to stop and the last time that happened I just started panting like a dog. With my fucking tongue out. I hated every cunt around me so why should I have given a fuck what these cunt imbeciles think about me?
Get the tongue out
I did that in Salzburg too, only I wasn’t running. I was feeling very happy in Austria and I just thought “Austria has a very bad record with producing cunts what with Hitler, Fritzl and Gerhard Berger. I will pant like a dog and be happy and if anyone takes offence I will say unto you.
Get the fucking tongue out.
It’s the pavement cyclists who piss me off the most. I don’t mind if it’s an old man who is tripping out but those teenagers who do wheelies and stunts to try to impress everyone around them? I’d only be impressed if they crashed and the metal tube propping up their seat became their new neck hole.
The shit thing about tonight’s run was that it’s cold outside but I was feeling so lazy and slow I couldn’t move fast enough to warm up and my hands were freezing into ice.
Summer can’t come soon enough.