KRIS JASPER

As I wake up yesterday morning, aside from the simple fact that:
1. I hate Mondays,
2. and I'm beginning to hate the feeling of cold temperature brushing against my skin like what we have now as it is Autumn,
3. and I'm beginning to hate waking up at 5:50am, after 5 hours sleep thinking that it is only 4am, later on realizing that it is actually the hopeless time devoted for me to open my eyes and start dragging myself to the shower.
4. and I'm beginning to hate the fact that my pill supply is running low
5. and as my pill supply is running low I have 2 options: go back to my doctor and ask repeat prescriptions of it,
OR,
manipulate A's mind so that A would go to the doctor and ask for them as well, then perhaps I can ransack A's drawers and steal them (as I have done before).
6. I really, really hate Mondays.

As I walk to my workplace, while thinking what in middle earth can I do to my poor, contemptibly inadequate existence; I feel like living a life that no one would dare want, not even if I sell it in E-bay (plus A's life as a freebie). My life is like a soap opera that no one watch as it is being shown at 2am, when most normal people are asleep.

But as I walk the streets of Birmingham on that useless, not actually needed in the calendar- cold Monday morning, despite the dissatisfaction and resentment I feel, my little existence had seen an inkling spark of hope. That was when I went inside Starbucks in Corporation Street, at exactly 7:03am, there I realized their flasks. They have green, red, and all other colours that all schizophrenics might enjoy, but I dont know if what I bought last week was light blue, pastel blue or just plain blue .

So last night I emailed Starbucks this:

Dear Starbucks,

I am a boy with a poor heart that is broken and a little piece of me is dying (or is already dead actually), but my life's existence had seen a bit of hope when I entered your store. Everyday I go in but has only noticed those flask last week. And I should say that those flasks are done well; with their design and colours (even though for £11.90 I think they are overpriced).

But my question is... what specific colour is that flask that has a shade of blue?

Sincerely,

XXX
(my real name)



My Doctor Jasper look:




My English horse riding look:

My Monday tea. As A knew I was feeling miserable, A just let me stay on bed after eating my tea. A doesnt want to further injure my already damaged existence.

But saying that, when we went to the gym yesterday evening, I kept on asking A why is it that Fitness First put those fat ladies in the welcome desk? I have wondered for a year now and I really have to say it. It's like going to the bank but being assisted by robbers, or riding a bus with a driver who has no license. More than IRONIC; but shouldn't it be that Fitness First should assign beautiful, well toned people in their welcome desk? A said it maybe because of EQUAL OPPORTUNITIES, but equal ops my ass.... It's a gym, they should inspire people! Not scare them away...

I was thinking of also emailing Fitness First last night but A had stopped me. A said those ladies might lose their jobs and I should think of the mouths their job feeds.

And again, because I will never know the answer why those fat ladies are in the welcome desk (not in this lifetime anyway).... I slept with another blow to my heart.

p.s.

A is away again this weekend. Sigh.....