another day, another illegally earned dollar... so much packed into today that i don't even know where to start. work. ahmmmmmmm right, 4 days in and you know, i'm really... sadly and pathetically fucking tired of getting up at eight and going to bed at midnight. those are not prime sleeping hours!!!... not to mention the fact that Iain is habitually a night-hawk, so i go to bed with him pottering about in the next room and i only ever half-doze; i swear, it's like having a baby, you're just on the alert for it to wake up and have some need... only it's me needing him. bed is so cold without him in it (ah me and my horrible circulation). anyways, last night was nice because we both crashed in at 12... mmm mmm. i keep on kidding that we need to find another person to sleep with, on my other side, like a jen sandwich... he thinks i'm joking, i'm not so sure. any takers??? 
work. today was long, as usual. lots of weird toothless trashers coming in to spend the money they've gotten on the dole buying phones with more gadgets than they'll ever have the witts to use... (note: also wreeking of Tesco Value Whiskey... or whatever the hell it is they drink these days - absinthe, eris23? are you giving that recipe out to these boneheads?!)(kidding
) Likewise more of Fionas wedding plans (for those wishing to track the saga... today i got to see the wedding bands, and got informed that i would indeed have a piece of wedding cake (Tesco VALUE wedding cake no doubts) sent back to the shop for me)(woo). learned that she, with 28 years under her belt, is still a virgin because jesus said that fornication is to the soul what 20 paracetamol in a oner is to the body. hmmmm... any thoughts here? is religion just one extreme game of Simon says??? jesus says touch your toes... touch someone elses toes... oh, you're out! straight to hell wi' ye!
don't get me wrong, i'm not TRYING to be bitchy about this girl, she has been the friendliest person there to me this far but sheeeee-ite... 9 to 5 i bear with this on-going... i don't even know what to call it. i guess it's just hard to listen to someone get excited about planning their life when you're struggling to even just get a foothold. not to mention the fact that she's a *bit* of a tight ass. I doubt she'd SAY 'shit' if her mouth was full of it. i don't know. too pure for my likings.
and on the flip side we have claire... claire this... young lithe voluptule who comes in in low-cut tank-tops and tight trousers and high heels... i'm pretty sure i would let her dominate me. oh just tie me up and have your way with me you hell-kitten. so yes, i feel like a perve talking to her because though i am with someone who i adore... i can't not gawk at her when we talk. really i'm starting to make myself sick with it. just... she needs to stop smelling so nicely and looking so fucking great.
so iain met me for lunch - tell me everyone, have you ever eaten like, super noodles or mr noodles raw? because i did today, something i used to quite happily do back in ye olde days of yore (as in, high school)... crush 'em up and shake the flavour onto them and you're flying. anyways, iain's sitting there looking at me like i'm a fucking psycho in front of tesco metro.... blah. so mr noodles diet coke and wine gums, i've almost covered all my food groups there...
and then we got dinner for tonight as we had company... i made fajitas, they turned out hot and messsssy, the best way to eat most things (... dot dot dot) ahm.... so Fiona NOT from work but from DoJ came over... it's actually quite funny as I met someone on the internet and moved to scotland, and she's met someone and is hauling arse over to canada... so we're opposites. lots to talk about regarding that stuff... but she came over and she's like eating these fajitas and the sauce is running down her forearm... it was cute.
so we ate and blethered... she looked at my portfolio and said it was coming along well, and as iain is going into kirkcaldy for mummy dearest's birthday this weekend for the night i'm going to go through and crash in the residence hall with Fi. which will be... an adventure. i almost hate to do it since i feel as though i'm infringing in on the whole internet-relationship thang... god i would know how not possilbe it is to chat it up to someone when someone else is in the room. blah. glad those days are over
so i walked fi back to her halls about half an hour away and came home absolutely ravenous... so iain made me chip butties.................... i think i'm a really little kid stuck in a giants body. i'm like, 'ooooooooh! a buttie!' - just call me dumas. as in... neologicised francais-influenced form of dumb-ass... not alexander, alas
andddddd i think i opened a small can of great big ugly worms on one of the posting boards... someone asked how you know if you're in love and this... duder with a puppet on his profile picture comes along and goes, 'check out this guy (GUY! that's right, you read correctly), he's the oracle of human nature' because my point was that if you are really in true love you WILL know, you'll feel it is different. you'll sacrifice and forgive infinitely, you just... are affected by it so deeply that it's impossible not to 'know', and this DUDE comes along and calls me a GUY, like c'mon folks, is it not blatantly OBVIOUS that i am a fucking FEMALE by my profile? yuh-hungh, me thinks. so i get on my high horse and start criticising him for lack of initiative, not checking the situation before shooting his foot off... and he apologized, but i guess i was feeling particularly antagonistic because i just sort of dra-g-g-ed it out longer than i needed to. i don't know. but sorry DUDE if you're reading this, i didn't mean to bite your balls off, i just think... right, is this what got me into that pickle in the first place? ha ha ha.
anywhooooooo it's now almost midnight here and as much as i feel it's a waste of time... i'm the kind of person who goes ballistic and non-sensical if i don't get sleep for a certain amount of time. not to mention that fucking zz top just came on VH1 classic and if i don't change it my brain will haemorrhage... and i will die and never get speak to any of you sexy smart beautiful sweet people ever again and... well. that's not on.
work. today was long, as usual. lots of weird toothless trashers coming in to spend the money they've gotten on the dole buying phones with more gadgets than they'll ever have the witts to use... (note: also wreeking of Tesco Value Whiskey... or whatever the hell it is they drink these days - absinthe, eris23? are you giving that recipe out to these boneheads?!)(kidding
) Likewise more of Fionas wedding plans (for those wishing to track the saga... today i got to see the wedding bands, and got informed that i would indeed have a piece of wedding cake (Tesco VALUE wedding cake no doubts) sent back to the shop for me)(woo). learned that she, with 28 years under her belt, is still a virgin because jesus said that fornication is to the soul what 20 paracetamol in a oner is to the body. hmmmm... any thoughts here? is religion just one extreme game of Simon says??? jesus says touch your toes... touch someone elses toes... oh, you're out! straight to hell wi' ye!
don't get me wrong, i'm not TRYING to be bitchy about this girl, she has been the friendliest person there to me this far but sheeeee-ite... 9 to 5 i bear with this on-going... i don't even know what to call it. i guess it's just hard to listen to someone get excited about planning their life when you're struggling to even just get a foothold. not to mention the fact that she's a *bit* of a tight ass. I doubt she'd SAY 'shit' if her mouth was full of it. i don't know. too pure for my likings.
and on the flip side we have claire... claire this... young lithe voluptule who comes in in low-cut tank-tops and tight trousers and high heels... i'm pretty sure i would let her dominate me. oh just tie me up and have your way with me you hell-kitten. so yes, i feel like a perve talking to her because though i am with someone who i adore... i can't not gawk at her when we talk. really i'm starting to make myself sick with it. just... she needs to stop smelling so nicely and looking so fucking great.
so iain met me for lunch - tell me everyone, have you ever eaten like, super noodles or mr noodles raw? because i did today, something i used to quite happily do back in ye olde days of yore (as in, high school)... crush 'em up and shake the flavour onto them and you're flying. anyways, iain's sitting there looking at me like i'm a fucking psycho in front of tesco metro.... blah. so mr noodles diet coke and wine gums, i've almost covered all my food groups there...
and then we got dinner for tonight as we had company... i made fajitas, they turned out hot and messsssy, the best way to eat most things (... dot dot dot) ahm.... so Fiona NOT from work but from DoJ came over... it's actually quite funny as I met someone on the internet and moved to scotland, and she's met someone and is hauling arse over to canada... so we're opposites. lots to talk about regarding that stuff... but she came over and she's like eating these fajitas and the sauce is running down her forearm... it was cute.
so we ate and blethered... she looked at my portfolio and said it was coming along well, and as iain is going into kirkcaldy for mummy dearest's birthday this weekend for the night i'm going to go through and crash in the residence hall with Fi. which will be... an adventure. i almost hate to do it since i feel as though i'm infringing in on the whole internet-relationship thang... god i would know how not possilbe it is to chat it up to someone when someone else is in the room. blah. glad those days are over
so i walked fi back to her halls about half an hour away and came home absolutely ravenous... so iain made me chip butties.................... i think i'm a really little kid stuck in a giants body. i'm like, 'ooooooooh! a buttie!' - just call me dumas. as in... neologicised francais-influenced form of dumb-ass... not alexander, alas
andddddd i think i opened a small can of great big ugly worms on one of the posting boards... someone asked how you know if you're in love and this... duder with a puppet on his profile picture comes along and goes, 'check out this guy (GUY! that's right, you read correctly), he's the oracle of human nature' because my point was that if you are really in true love you WILL know, you'll feel it is different. you'll sacrifice and forgive infinitely, you just... are affected by it so deeply that it's impossible not to 'know', and this DUDE comes along and calls me a GUY, like c'mon folks, is it not blatantly OBVIOUS that i am a fucking FEMALE by my profile? yuh-hungh, me thinks. so i get on my high horse and start criticising him for lack of initiative, not checking the situation before shooting his foot off... and he apologized, but i guess i was feeling particularly antagonistic because i just sort of dra-g-g-ed it out longer than i needed to. i don't know. but sorry DUDE if you're reading this, i didn't mean to bite your balls off, i just think... right, is this what got me into that pickle in the first place? ha ha ha.
anywhooooooo it's now almost midnight here and as much as i feel it's a waste of time... i'm the kind of person who goes ballistic and non-sensical if i don't get sleep for a certain amount of time. not to mention that fucking zz top just came on VH1 classic and if i don't change it my brain will haemorrhage... and i will die and never get speak to any of you sexy smart beautiful sweet people ever again and... well. that's not on.