I�m finally sat in front of the computer and guess what? I have bugger all to write about! What fun�except, I�m lying aren�t I because it�s right about now I look up at the screen and realise that not only have I typed, but look�.I�m STILL typing. Oh ho ho, I impress myself sometimes I really do.
No�I mean I really do. How impressive is this? Today, I managed to lose my phone in between the flat and the car. I didn�t realise I�d lost it until I got out of the car at the train station and couldn�t find it. No, that�s another lie because I didn�t fully realise I�d lost it until I got home from work, searched the car again and started kicking things. If I�d have called Matt at 7am when I got into work then maybe he�d have found it in the block, but no, I was convinced beyond a shadow of a na�ve doubt that it was IN THE CAR and no where else (because I had a. seen it in my bag, and b. heard it (or something else that subsequently disappeared into the void) fall out of my bag and onto the floor in the car when I stopped too suddenly and caused my bag to avalanche) when it turns out that it actually wasn�t in the car but in the hands of some pilfering wotsit. Possibly.
This place is a fucking nightmare for broken into cars and having stuff nicked...it's all the crackheads and heroin addicts. Did I tell about the time that we walked into the block to a really metallic weird smell, only to see two scallies scamper out, taking their fucking tinfoil with them. I KNEW what it was the second I smelt it and I've NEVER smelt it before. It must be inbuilt in me...I want to give them a chance because I know people are weak blah blah but WHAT??? Chasing the fucking dragon in our flat block??? Where we bring Kryssi? We neeeeeeed to move!!!
*sigh*
My life isn�t complete without something going wrong.
UPGRADE UPDATE SHMUPDATE�
During writing this I�ve upgraded my non-existent-nicked-by-some-scally-bastard phone to this one, which is the same as Matt�s but in a different shell so we won�t get them mixed up. It has a 2 megapixel camera�which is as good as my digital camera (okay, so it�s OLD) so that�s good�no more grainy shitty pictures and I can get a 1GB memory stick for it and use it as a walkman! Fantastic!
I�m very pleased�and will most likely have mobile communication within the next 3 working days (or less hopefully�Matt�s got paintball AND a tournament at the weekend so I won�t see him from 7.20 on Saturday morning till about 9pm on Sunday night, and that�s probably not going to be on his own because the whole team likes to come up to ours for a smoke and a wind down after the long drive before they have to head off home)...I'd really like to have a phone then so I can talk to him.
God damn�I have work at 7am again tomorrow�please please please let me get the job with SBS�I can�t stand the CST anymore. It�s Fi�s birthday soon and I really don�t want to have to think of an excuse not to go. I HATE working in a �social� office when they�re not the type of people I want to socialise with. They do waaaaaay too muck coke for my liking. When someone is in more debt than they can handle because of drugs then I do NOT want to be out and drinking with them...So, you can call me a paranoid freak (actually, I admit to being both paranoid and a freak, I just don�t like them used together) but I�m not willing to be drugged by some arrogant up-their-bum-on-a-snow-drift baghead just so they can have a laugh at me.
AND FINALLY�THE CONCLUSION (oops, I forgot the prediction, apparatus, method and results!)
You know, it�s the daily writing of this that cleanses my rage�I should make the effort to write more at home, but I feel so guilty typing around Matt. It�s stupid but I feel like if I don�t want him to read what I�m writing then I should pique his interest by furtively typing away and ignoring him. It�s wrong�I should have my own life�I will get him back on his diabolo as soon as I can�I don�t get any time to myself now he�s gotten bored of it!!! Actually�saying that, I think he�s gotten fed up with me telling him to be careful with it and then eventually shrieking �LOOK! LOOK! WHAT IF THAT HAD BEEN THE FISHTANK???� so I may have made a rod for my own back here�
Okay�I am getting me gone!
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