Well well well.
Another weekend blissfully spent in the grim north. We only left the house ONCE all weekend, which was to go to Tesco and buy pesto, chewing gum, diet Coke, chocolate, Savlon, and a Muller rice for me. With apple. Mmm. So good.
And we watched films and ate quorn-based Chinese food whilst partially partaking (nods and looks of 'really!') in conversation with her Mommy's boyfriend about how dissapointing the Coronation Street tour is, and how people make a mint from second-hand golf balls. Hehehe. All good.
And I was sick again, and grumpy again, and stroppy again.
And again she was wonderful and made me giggle and not care about the fact that my arm is about to fall of with raging eczema and other skin irritations.
I absolutely ♥ her, and I didn't actually think I was capable of that kind of 'thing'. Nothing ever goes how you excpet it to does it? Thank fuck.
[/mush].
In other news. The aforementioned skin condition has led to a three-hour trip to the hospital today, just for them to give me more anti-biotics and some anti-inflammatory tablets. Woo. Anti-histamines will SURE soothe the skin that's cracking around my shoulder like a fucking volcano.
As a result of this trip I had to stay till five instead of working through my lunch and leaving at four so that I could get to my photography class that i've only been excited about for... oooh... about 3 fucking months now. So i'll have to go on Wednesday now, which isn't really convenient for me to do every week. I hope they'll let me swap back to Mondays next week.
And I have to work with no lunch break and be in work at eight am (yeah, actually mortgaging it up AT my fucking desk) and I won't get to leave till five pm. I have to do this tomorrow and Thursday to make up for my absence today. Cause you're not entitled to sick pay in the first thirteen weeks of contract.
SUCK.
MY.
COCK.
I really dislike my boss. She did another completely infuriating thing to me today too, but I don't want to go into it. I'm getting a t shirt made in the style of the I ♥ NY ones... "I REALLY hate my boss."
Want one?
Oh but on the plus-side, I should be getting wireless broadband in the next couple of weeks, and my Mom finally proved she has useful contacts by telling me she can get my iMac through the company at work for cheaps. Oh yes. Sexy Appleness. You shall be mine.
I have to start paying rent soon too. Oh well. Spoiled brat days are over. It had to happen someday. I don't really mind cause it's about time I started paying my way.
But it still means less meaningful consumerable funds. Which is NOT good. I like buying crap. Cool crap. Good crap.
Crapola crap.
Crap xXx
Another weekend blissfully spent in the grim north. We only left the house ONCE all weekend, which was to go to Tesco and buy pesto, chewing gum, diet Coke, chocolate, Savlon, and a Muller rice for me. With apple. Mmm. So good.
And we watched films and ate quorn-based Chinese food whilst partially partaking (nods and looks of 'really!') in conversation with her Mommy's boyfriend about how dissapointing the Coronation Street tour is, and how people make a mint from second-hand golf balls. Hehehe. All good.
And I was sick again, and grumpy again, and stroppy again.
And again she was wonderful and made me giggle and not care about the fact that my arm is about to fall of with raging eczema and other skin irritations.
I absolutely ♥ her, and I didn't actually think I was capable of that kind of 'thing'. Nothing ever goes how you excpet it to does it? Thank fuck.
[/mush].
In other news. The aforementioned skin condition has led to a three-hour trip to the hospital today, just for them to give me more anti-biotics and some anti-inflammatory tablets. Woo. Anti-histamines will SURE soothe the skin that's cracking around my shoulder like a fucking volcano.
As a result of this trip I had to stay till five instead of working through my lunch and leaving at four so that I could get to my photography class that i've only been excited about for... oooh... about 3 fucking months now. So i'll have to go on Wednesday now, which isn't really convenient for me to do every week. I hope they'll let me swap back to Mondays next week.
And I have to work with no lunch break and be in work at eight am (yeah, actually mortgaging it up AT my fucking desk) and I won't get to leave till five pm. I have to do this tomorrow and Thursday to make up for my absence today. Cause you're not entitled to sick pay in the first thirteen weeks of contract.
SUCK.
MY.
COCK.
I really dislike my boss. She did another completely infuriating thing to me today too, but I don't want to go into it. I'm getting a t shirt made in the style of the I ♥ NY ones... "I REALLY hate my boss."
Want one?
Oh but on the plus-side, I should be getting wireless broadband in the next couple of weeks, and my Mom finally proved she has useful contacts by telling me she can get my iMac through the company at work for cheaps. Oh yes. Sexy Appleness. You shall be mine.
I have to start paying rent soon too. Oh well. Spoiled brat days are over. It had to happen someday. I don't really mind cause it's about time I started paying my way.
But it still means less meaningful consumerable funds. Which is NOT good. I like buying crap. Cool crap. Good crap.
Crapola crap.
Crap xXx
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next time 'we' have a bath, no phone, ok?
xxx
thank you for vouching for me. im touched!
im off to drunken bed. i feel silly
pirate life for me
yo ho ho
xxxx