31p (pride)

The time is 01:27 on a Monday morning. It feels like I'm halfway through my weekend still, because I work on my weekends yet I had the Sunday off and Saturday was my holiday that I'd booked off but I went to work that day at 10:00am, but didn't get there til 10:15, but didn't start til 10:30, the day of Saturday dragged, because I knew I could of been on holiday, that I were only working for the money, like everybody does, but it annoys me I live in the 'fuzz combustion' of coin slots and banks, I'd rather win my way at an arcade but I guess you can't really depend on the money it lends, or the money you put in (ins) may be more than your outgoings, and going out, I haven't really been out anywheer in the past week apart from a few places, and I've been on plenty of boring bus rides that make me feel like I've wasted part of my life... I wonder how many hours I spend sitting on the same seat of a same service of bus, and sometimes of a different seat, on a different service of bus?
I'd always steal the virginity of my MP3, MP3 because ipods bore me, sure technology: fascinating, but they're so commercial... I shall call them a trend, trendpods, unlike peas in a pod, they have nanos, 8gb's, but guess what right, I have a 500gb, a Phillips Jukebox bought on one day last February which would have been 2008, but 'blates' I kick Bill Gates, and Fi Fi Flowers that my garden pardons for being so greedy with memory.. after 14 or so days in finding a fucking media library where I can upload my tunes I then charge it up and it's lasts me about 2 hours only, which really pisses me off, I mean, I'm not knocking the door of its value down I'm just taking the 'top notch-1st place' crown off its face, but I'm not letting my guard down, number 1 spot shalt not go to ipod, or trendpod, and I bet I could bend that rule so it looks like it's been blubbed in the bible,
if you travel to page 365II, there will be a tune coming from an image of a pod going 'Don't buy me you buffoon'... 'if you do you'll be eaten by a lion'

anyway i'm on the bus, the moon's coming up, after working on my holiday, after having a bit of sex with my nest, of hair, I comb over to town to pick up some desperately needed dye to hide the dirty dark brown roots that solitude on my ginger hair, and I get there, after half hour journey at the bus, I get there, and the shops shutters are shut, but the lights are still on, so I push/pull the door and it opens, and a little boy comes over..
he says 'sorry, we're closed'
and i beg 'please, is it ok if i just get one thing, i'll be quick'
he looked over and asked his mum who sat at the till 'still' and unfriendly, with no heart she says 'no' then he says 'no', so I go,
and I never want to go back there again, because that's shit customer service, I come half an hour on a dirty piece of public service just to get abit of hair dye, and a part of me dies to know 'in realizations heaven' my bus fare had cost more than the dye itself.. £3.30 for the daysaver and the dye would of been £2.49... I say next time I'll get my dye from somewhere else, and the nasty twats can die.. but to my surprise I hum over it.. lets say the dye costs £5.00 on the internet, and about £1.30 postage and package, that's £6.30 altogether... is that a save?
So manually (sitting on my ass for the hour of a half, and walking for cheese and chalk to the shop it costs £5.79, and then automatically (by clicking one button) it's cost me £6.30...
so the difference is 31p.. manual is 31p cheaper.. so does that mean 31p is the price of pride nowadays.. 31p?
.. and lets ignore internet costs, for actually surfing the net each hour it costs me something pence by the hour, and minutes inuits, I felt like a right idiot, I mean their shop's normally open, just when I plan to rely on it to be open it decides to close. Just goes to show you should only rely and depend on yourself. You should try something else, another way.. I will next time play the automatic way and pay 31p more. I will no more rely on timetables, I mean, I don't keep track of time, only if I work on it, in my leisure time is just 'whatever'

a queens 31 pride pennies!!

time's now 01:52, I think my sleep and peroxide hair needs to get a room

but now it's 2.00am in the morning of the same Monday and I can't sleep because I have the number 31 in my head.
Fuck the only way I'm gonna sleep tonight is if 31 is dead, but then i'll be worrying about zero, and where we gonna go from the 'no' of nothing, that doesn't even get seen as a number but has such a special numerological number.