Hell is other people’s bullet points

• I don’t appear to have had a week­end.
• Moth­ers always out­stay their wel­come by one day.
• Unques­tion­ably, the word of the month is ‘fuckeration’.
• On the Dis­trict Line, I lost all con­trol over my eye­lids.
• Fuck­er­a­tion. It’s a good word, isn’t it?
• I don’t go in for enough gra­tu­it­ous swear­ing.
• If you’re not here, please don’t email me. I will snarl.
• Count­ing stu­pid rel­at­ives is a fun pas­time.
• I think I may suc­cumb to almost any­thing.
• Suc­cumb­ing to any­thing isn’t nearly as much fun as it sounds.
• It’s bother­a­tion and fuck com­bined. Two exclam­a­tions, see?
• I’m bored of August. It’s hellishly long, isn’t it?
• I expressed the above point more elo­quently three years ago.
• The only per­son whom I can bear to hear shout is me.
• Chicago. The city, of course. Not the MOR band.
• “Were you born stu­pid, or did you learn it?“
• I hope you’ve got the word by now. Treas­ure it.
• I think I’m learn­ing not to miss any­one.
• The above fact is some­where between good and bad.
• Speak when you’re spoken to, but don’t gen­u­flect.
• “It’s not a ques­tion of cop­ing.” Except it is. Obvi­ously.
• We didn’t so much drain the con­ver­sa­tion as wring it.
• I was just break­ing radio silence. But I’m between sta­tions.
• Please note that this is not an ordered list.