Operation Exit Oxford

Right, well this is set to kick off at the end of the coming week. I'm tired, I haven't eaten since Friday because I feel quite ill and I just need to get out of this city.

As antisocial as it might sound, I had to go to the pub with work people on Friday, but I had half a drink, made an excuse and left. They're cool people, but I don't want to make friends. All I really care about is payday.

To the people who e-mailed me after my last entry, I am typing this on a Wii and so can't get MSN. Not that you're missing much really, as I don't feel much like talking at the moment.

As crap as my old job was, I wish I had just stayed put. City life has proven to be as soul destroying as I thought it would. The quicker I can disappear back to a small anonymous southern village to do some dull job away from pressure, the better.

i'll burn this whole city down

Excuse the Decemberists quote. Not updated this for ages. Now living in Oxford, although smart gamblers should put money on me being back in Dorset by April. New job isn't what I hoped it would be, people are okay but I don't particularly want to be mates with any of them and I really can't find the words to convey my hatred of the city. It's packed full of pretencious nobodies.

If the whole place burnt down overnight you'd not find me shedding any tears, that's for sure.