Crap: Am skinted. Getting those start-of-the-month calls from stressed out ppl trying to clear their invoices. Phone bill was astronomical. They cut me off. Am still liable for the back rent according to my old estate agents. Money Shop hassling me although I paid them (a little) on Saturday. Can't go to cinema to cheer self up as a) this would mean spending more money and b) even if it was free, would still be expensive taxi back. None of this bodes well for Laydeeez Nite on friday, or indeed, travelling anywhere. Will have to start bouncing cheques again even earlier in the month. Bloody loan people ain't called me back. They probably won't give me a penny. Getting pissed off with work. At my inability to do this sort of work how it should be done. At not being able to describe to ppl what I do without sounding like a thickie receptionist. Cos I am a thickie receptionist. Getting pissed of at my delivery. At the way I start sentences referring to the one preceding it. Is annoying, no?
Un-crap: Got keys to new place last night. Room seems a lot bigger than I remember. Saw T(e)BS and she has a brand new single bed I can have. Saw The (ex)Boyf and it was okay. Tried out the pub near the new place and it was wicked - all my ingredients for a fantasy local: jukebox (tick) dog (tick) crazy ass drunk (tick) cheap booze (tick) that funny, clean, flowery smell in the toilets (tick) plus a country (yay!!!) band rehearsing who were fantastic, a man who started reciting poetry, and what looks like lavish food served right up til 9ish. Superb. Haven't been drinking as much. Have lost almost a stone by accident. The F-plan, you know. Have a boyfriend who is better than just 'a boyfriend'. Only shed happy tears Xmas/New Year's. Have lovely emails. Have a job, reasonably paid, despite never graduating. Get on with the people here. People who got these for Christmas:
Okay, to be fair, this entry should possibly be cut down to -
Crap: Am poor.
Un-crap: Am moving next door to a pub. Am getting hot monkey loving. Am getting paid for pissing about on the interweb and playing Scalextric.
Looks like the un-craps have it! Huzzah.
**edit** ooo, am on an un-crap roll: Mr Gee (as if!!!) txt me last week, Dazza let me download MSN purely for chatting. Dazza has helped me out loads. My old uni mate is speaking to me now I have ditched The (ex)Boyf and I might even get to see her on the w/end for the first time in two years. T(e)BS is still my mate. I can get the tube alone without convincing self I am going to die. Have arranged my very first ever girls night (with cocktails!) on Friday. Am seeing El Boon tomorrow. Hey hey!
Still, I have a massive spot on my chin. That's a bit crap.
