Not Really Angry That Much Anymore
It is the truth.
I am not that angry anymore. I haven’t drank in almost 900 days and life is becoming easier. It is not perfect. I am still tubby. But I’m back into running 200 miles a month and I’m gonna do the first half of London 2 Brighton in May.
Things that used to piss me off don’t anymore. I’ve given up on politics and I am 100% happier for it.
I got called fat by two drunk men on Friday night when I was running around Hounslow and it didn’t annoy me. I am tubby. Over 15 stone. Not ideal by any stretch of the imagination but I’m still going out there every day and the goal is to just keep doing it and keeping true to myself.
I’ve been living all across London with my big fuck off suitcase.
Since we last talked I’ve been in Hounslow, Wembley, Forest Gate, Leyton and now Tolworth. I am working contracts by day and relaxing by night.
Wembley was shit to run around. I was staying on the North Circular Road. Just fucking grim. Smelled of old chip fat.
I am never staying in another Airbnb as long as I live. If I do I think I’ll end up doing a reverse Dennis Nilsen. I look over my 3 star reviews with a lot of contempt. I committed the grievous crime of leaving empty shower gels in their shitty bathroom. Well guess what? Fuck you and your shitty lodger setup. You’re acting like I did a Keith fucking Moon job to your house. In retrospect I should have trashed the room out of frustration . Your daughters wouldn’t stop singing Roar by Katy Perry. You kept your dog in a fucking cage. I rated you 5 stars as I like to avoid conflict. Its my weakness. Now I stay in Travelodge in Zone 12 in London and keep my self respect for the same fucking price.
I’ve become boring but stable. I guess I always was boring and needed to create drama in my life to paper over the cracks. A load of bullshit really.
I’ll try not to be so long in the next update. New adventures ahead.
I’ve genuinely had nothing interesting to say for quite some time.