Why can’t I say no to people? It’s a simple enough word. It’s a single syllable. I’m an intelligent woman. I’d like to think I could manage it. But obviously I can’t because my quite frankly  insane co worker, Dawn, has persuaded me to go to the council masquerading as her to get some school transfer forms for her children. This is not going to end well. And the dog pissed in my bed last night. Glorious. 


I had some more customer stories to blog today but I’ve mostly forgotten them seeing as my co worker Dawn came in on her day off, has hung about with me all afternoon, and is currently snorting cocaine behind the desk. Work is never boring these days. 


“Are you William Blake?” “Yes. Have you read my poetry?” *gunshot*

I am now eternally in love with you for this movie reference. 


Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
William Blake

A PSALM OF LIFE


TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream ! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
Be a hero in the strife !

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant !
Let the dead Past bury its dead !
Act,— act in the living Present !
Heart within, and God o’erhead !

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time ;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Q
y do u call urself lexi
Anonymous
A

It’s short for Alexandra. My cousin is already called Alex so it just saves confusion. 


(via missalexus)


I just watched this. It’s beautiful. I had to ignore all customers for a couple of hours while it was on. They’ll understand. 

I just watched this. It’s beautiful. I had to ignore all customers for a couple of hours while it was on. They’ll understand. 


Q
Your blog tickles both my brain and bean. 5 STARS!
A

Oooh matron.