exciting, informative, snarky, and very likely fabricated tales of life as an american expat in london


by Jen at 1:58 pm on 23.08.2007 | 5 Comments
filed under: mundane mayhem

“The carcass lay on his path. He stopped, sniffed, stalked round it, brother, nosing closer, went round it, sniffing rapidly like a dog all over the dead dog’s bedraggled fell. Dogskull, dogsniff, eyes on the ground, moves to one great goal. Ah, poor dogsbody. Here lies poor dogsbody’s body.”

from “Ulysses”, james joyce (and no, i haven’t finished it yet)

i hate my job.

i don’t even care if they see this, that’s how much i hate it.

(for my u.s. readers: dogsbody)

spoon – the underdog

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  • 1

    Comment by nikoline

    23.08.2007 @ 14:35 pm

    last night i read this: “Often, when new growth occurs, the most dreadful things seem to happen, but then one see that they were exactly what was required.” (from She by Robert Johnson) Hang in there. Feeling like a dogsbody seems to count as dreadful. Something better is around the corner.

  • 2

    Comment by Jen

    23.08.2007 @ 14:41 pm

    god i hope you’re right!

  • 3

    Comment by Nicole

    23.08.2007 @ 15:03 pm


  • 4

    Comment by Anglofille

    23.08.2007 @ 17:40 pm

    I agree with Nikoline that things often feel the worst right before they’re about to get better. Only then can you appreciate the positive changes. I know this sounds really self-helpy, but it’s proven to be true in my life time and again.

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    Comment by Jen

    23.08.2007 @ 23:38 pm

    thanks for the kind thoughts guys. i’m trying to be positive and failing. luckily, i go on holiday this weekend!

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