The Slow Trudge of Perseverance

Tom's week, the tl;dr edition:

1. Friday, I worked my new job. It is very white. Like, horribly so. I swear to god I'm working at JLB Credit.

2. This:


3. This conversation:

Aza (to Jade and Louise): Now you've got three choices. [I can call you] Woman, Slut or Whore.
Jade: That's so mean. No one calls girls such things.
Louise: Yeah, Tom never calls girls that, do you Tom?
Me: Well, I just have a better PR manager than Aza does.

That, and making up songs for very specific emotions. "The Ballad of that feeling you get when a fleeting aquaintance who wrote well-known Cookbooks passes away." Fucking hell, all these hippie types say I've got a "negative aura" around me. Some hippie told me this again yesterday because I asked why she and a mate of hers were talking about buttery popcorn. Launching into rants is par for the course with me, not fucking negative. Hippies talk a lot of shit about being "centred" and "loving" and other such bullshit, but they're still stuck in the same Aristotelian world of "is" and "essence" - a Hippie that denies the "is" of identity? That's fucking progressive. Almost everything else seems like they're just pretending. "Yes, you are negative." No, I seem to say negative words. Please get back to me when your junkie logic transforms into actual logic.

Yep, I'm cool.