I could be at the pub tonight, but I've been throwing my energies into a particularly grim application form instead. It's for a care agency in London, and they pay pretty well so worth the effort I hope!
And I might make a dress.
Actually, yeah, I'm gonna have a spliff and start making a black dress. It is time. See you later. xxx

Well it's a rainy Sunday afternoon, I haven't yet bothered to get dressed. It's a perfect time to write a little on here by way of an update ( Read more... )

Two items on todays agenda ( Read more... )

Oh hell, I got home from work today to find out that Jen & Dad had a big argument last night and Dad kicked her out. Bollocks. This kind of shit always happens when I'm at work! Now I can't get hold of her (she's at her friend's so it's not hideously scary) and Mum & Dad are all stressed at eachother. Living at home eh?! How to smooth over ( Read more... )

I give up on this love rubbish. That's it, finished, over. Fliss goes forth alone. I will now spend all my money and concentration on shoes and hair. And you can keep your troublesome sexual rubbish 'n all. That's my lot.

I think I have to change everything.
Job's not right,
Man's not right,
But Fliss is surprisingly OK.
And it's nearly Christmas. And I'm looking forward to partying on down with all my friends. Bless you all.

I'm all loved up and shagged out. Happy Fliss.

Little Barry came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner. His birthday was coming up and he thought this would be a good time to tell his mother what he wanted ( Read more... )

All the evidence suggests that I am at home and not actually in Athens.

Shit, I know this sounds weird but I feel like I'm gonna have some kind of break-down. Find me a psychologist's couch..