I saw this and thought of you. [URL]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v460/g1nge/streak.jpg[/URL]
Send me your fucking address I'll mail you some bacon. I'm sick of the whining. I'm sure you've got my email address. I think you'll be wanting organic, dry cured back.
Like you've covered all your debts and are ready to come home and lounge around on the spoils of war for a while?
You could deny all knowledge. I'll buy nice stuff, shrink wrapped so it won't let any of its delicious scent out. Hungry?
There's still 67 grand of the mortgage to go. Besides which, I'm finally getting to grips with what I like and don't like about work. I'm getting better at it, in other words.
Must be nice to be watching it drop visibly though. Do you need any layabout computer people who can have a vague clue when required?
Ah, ok. That's enough reason to hang on. Me too. Following a week of uhmmm pondering, I suppose, I've now got a checklist of things I'm about to start brushing up on before making a fairly big move.
Over the last few months mines dropped just over a grand a month, I've been living like a student though. The trick is going to be deciding whether I pay the house off sooner, or buy a new bike.
That would be a big move actually, just in the wrong direction. Further away from the consumer, that's where it's at.
It's extremely kind, but I better not. Always. I can get that shitty american "bacon" at the base, but it's neg.