Dead like me and a hot bank clerk

Here is a jour­nal entry writ­ten for the sole pur­pose of an inter­net user who goes under the alias of “sksic”. He was bored and wan­ted to read something new on here. Thus, ins­tead of going to bed, I am going to stay awake for another pre­cious thirty minu­tes to indulge his whim, or whatever.

Thus today began. Woke up at 10am to the alar­mic sounds of my PC whi­rring the not so plea­su­ra­ble tone of Nir­vana and Green Day. I sprang out of bed and hea­ded to my com­pu­ter where I chec­ked all the local inter­net out­lets for new goods, news and emails. Nothing really new or enter­tai­ning to report. As usual. I once again gave into my caf­feine addic­tion, a nice strong cof­fee to wake me up.

At 12:00 sharp I left the house, going into the cen­tre to pay a visit to the bank. I nee­ded to cash a che­que, trans­fer some funds and find out about stu­dent insu­rance for dor­mi­to­ries. I also plan­ned to buy sta­tio­nary and get lunch. The first thing to note about my encoun­ter at the bank is the gor­geous (pulch­ri­tu­di­nous) young and bru­nette assis­tant who would be hel­ping me with my finan­ces. She loo­ked a little like Jena Malone, with dark brown eyes. I cashed the che­que, asked about insu­rance and asked to trans­fer funds — Here I was told I had an addi­tio­nal £200 in my ISA which was a very plea­sant sur­prise. Lea­ving the com­fort of the warm bank and the com­pany of the beau­ti­ful bank clerk, I made my way out into the cold sep­tem­ber weather. To the sta­tio­nary shop I went; I pic­ked up a fol­der and a pad of paper, loo­ked at the pens, duly noted their price, put everything down and left. Cheap biros for £2, I think not. Greggs was the cho­sen store for the purcha­sing of my nou­rri­ture. Tuna salad baguette and a mini sau­sage roll, two of my favou­rite things — howe­ver this time the tuna had a dis­taste making my jaw musc­les con­vulse in repul­sion and the sau­sage roll left my mouth dry and greasy. I wal­ked home in my new suede shoes that made my feet terribly cold.

On pas­sing the clo­sest con­ve­nience store to my house, I was accos­ted by three arro­gant teens from the nearby high school, wan­ting me to buy them ciga­ret­tes. I told them no and they insis­ted that I should change my mind. I told them no again, then asked what I would get out of it. “I’ll give you one”. I wal­ked away.

Spent the rest of the after­noon watching “Dead Like Me” epi­so­des. I am now upto epi­sode six. I am sin­ce­rely loving this series. A sui­ta­ble subs­ti­tute now that Buffy has finished I think. I look for­ward to future epi­so­des, sea­sons and happy times.

Currently making my desk lamp dim in and out through the power of my mind alone.

Good­night.