Saturday night in.
An awful lot has changed recently.
Dave and I split up. I met a new man. I moved closer to town, into a rat-infested, damp shithole with dodgy electrics & poor lighting, that I'm lucky to have wiggled my way out of staying for the entire length of the contract. I have a new job, I love it. I've made the decision to -finally- succumb to University - but only because if I want to get anywhere in the line of work I'm in - social research - then I have to have a degree, & a Masters.
I've been very skint, but there's not much change there. But that's only because I've had a lot to pay for recently, & I'm saving all my pennies for a new bond, more admin fees & rent upfront ontop of my current rent.
I've been very stressed, but there's also not much change there. But that's only because my landlord is a silly man. He likes to think he's one of these decent landlords, but he's so crap. He talks over me, & likes to think of himself as a "lover, a sensitive person". He's a musician & a video production person, renting out the house & basement where his marriage failed. Apparentely, he lived in the basement for four years whilst when his wife still lived above, in the house that he did up for her, including knocking a bedroom through to extend the bathroom & creating a huge slate bathtub.
I've had to survive on food cooked with the use of only one heat-losing hob, until recently when the landlord provided me with a set of two half-decent hobs to cook with.. :s Not quite an oven, but hey, at least I have TWO hobs!
& teh rats have been fucking with me, & driving me completely insane. They were here before I moved in, & the landlord has tried accusing me of being the reason there's rats - despite pest control turning up at my door the day I moved in... :S
But never mind - I'm out very soon, & just as long as I manage to find a new roof by the 15th I'll be ok. I don't particulary fancy being homeless over Christmas, but I have places I can stay if it comes to that.
Mum & I had another falling out. Yeah, it's a normal occurance a couple times of year. There's a pattern that I've noticed since I was about 12. But it's better now, she's been really helpful with the landlord situation & I've made teh effort to thank her & show my appreciation. She'd said some horrible things that had me in tears every time I thought about it, and that's not sorted, but hopefully one day she'll turn around & realise that I'm not a fuck-up, that I'm not messing around, & I'm enjoying life as much as I can & that is possible for me to do without screwing up my life.
Dai is fabulous, I love him to pieces. He's amazing. We argue, but we both can't bare a second not being with eachother. It;s awfully clingey & the only time he has space is when I'm in work - but then he's asleep, & the only time I get any space is when he's in work - but then I'm asleep. But I like it, & he loves it.
Actually, we don't spend that much time together because of our work patterns, but every time we do have off together, we;re wrapped around eachotehr that a bad rash - even if we're rowing. But it's all amazing. & hey, I think it's good that we're rowing - we've not been together long, we both want it to work, he's a grumpy bastard & I'm a stressed out, tired, miserable cow most of the time & we're just getting into sync with eachother. So, we're just ironing out creases :) &the reason we argue is always because of how much time we actually get to spend with eachother & what we have is not spoilt by anything.
Although, I adore that we don't live together (we practically do in a way) - I have my house; he has his - he has his house rules; I have mine. I want to have my own place, completely me, on MY OWN, for a good couple of years. I spent two years too long sharing with men before.
Dai will be home soon-ish, unless Boycie goes into the pub, in which case he'll stay behind & have a few drinks with her before coming round. I'm cooking dinner, & then I'm going to go to sleep, & then wake up & reheat when he's here. It's FUCK LOADS of soup, so reheating is no problem. It's gonna be amazing - crammed with sausage, leeks, carrots, parsnips, lentils, onions & corgettes, with veg stock & bay leaves for extra flavouring. It cost just £2.50 for the carrots, parsnips, leeks, onion & giant, fuck-off, mister fatty corgette in the market - in the veg stall opp the veg stall I worked in five years ago!! Hah, they were cunts.
Off now, to have a shower & then finish soup & then spliff & bed. Spliff & bed couldn't come sooner.
Dave and I split up. I met a new man. I moved closer to town, into a rat-infested, damp shithole with dodgy electrics & poor lighting, that I'm lucky to have wiggled my way out of staying for the entire length of the contract. I have a new job, I love it. I've made the decision to -finally- succumb to University - but only because if I want to get anywhere in the line of work I'm in - social research - then I have to have a degree, & a Masters.
I've been very skint, but there's not much change there. But that's only because I've had a lot to pay for recently, & I'm saving all my pennies for a new bond, more admin fees & rent upfront ontop of my current rent.
I've been very stressed, but there's also not much change there. But that's only because my landlord is a silly man. He likes to think he's one of these decent landlords, but he's so crap. He talks over me, & likes to think of himself as a "lover, a sensitive person". He's a musician & a video production person, renting out the house & basement where his marriage failed. Apparentely, he lived in the basement for four years whilst when his wife still lived above, in the house that he did up for her, including knocking a bedroom through to extend the bathroom & creating a huge slate bathtub.
I've had to survive on food cooked with the use of only one heat-losing hob, until recently when the landlord provided me with a set of two half-decent hobs to cook with.. :s Not quite an oven, but hey, at least I have TWO hobs!
& teh rats have been fucking with me, & driving me completely insane. They were here before I moved in, & the landlord has tried accusing me of being the reason there's rats - despite pest control turning up at my door the day I moved in... :S
But never mind - I'm out very soon, & just as long as I manage to find a new roof by the 15th I'll be ok. I don't particulary fancy being homeless over Christmas, but I have places I can stay if it comes to that.
Mum & I had another falling out. Yeah, it's a normal occurance a couple times of year. There's a pattern that I've noticed since I was about 12. But it's better now, she's been really helpful with the landlord situation & I've made teh effort to thank her & show my appreciation. She'd said some horrible things that had me in tears every time I thought about it, and that's not sorted, but hopefully one day she'll turn around & realise that I'm not a fuck-up, that I'm not messing around, & I'm enjoying life as much as I can & that is possible for me to do without screwing up my life.
Dai is fabulous, I love him to pieces. He's amazing. We argue, but we both can't bare a second not being with eachother. It;s awfully clingey & the only time he has space is when I'm in work - but then he's asleep, & the only time I get any space is when he's in work - but then I'm asleep. But I like it, & he loves it.
Actually, we don't spend that much time together because of our work patterns, but every time we do have off together, we;re wrapped around eachotehr that a bad rash - even if we're rowing. But it's all amazing. & hey, I think it's good that we're rowing - we've not been together long, we both want it to work, he's a grumpy bastard & I'm a stressed out, tired, miserable cow most of the time & we're just getting into sync with eachother. So, we're just ironing out creases :) &the reason we argue is always because of how much time we actually get to spend with eachother & what we have is not spoilt by anything.
Although, I adore that we don't live together (we practically do in a way) - I have my house; he has his - he has his house rules; I have mine. I want to have my own place, completely me, on MY OWN, for a good couple of years. I spent two years too long sharing with men before.
Dai will be home soon-ish, unless Boycie goes into the pub, in which case he'll stay behind & have a few drinks with her before coming round. I'm cooking dinner, & then I'm going to go to sleep, & then wake up & reheat when he's here. It's FUCK LOADS of soup, so reheating is no problem. It's gonna be amazing - crammed with sausage, leeks, carrots, parsnips, lentils, onions & corgettes, with veg stock & bay leaves for extra flavouring. It cost just £2.50 for the carrots, parsnips, leeks, onion & giant, fuck-off, mister fatty corgette in the market - in the veg stall opp the veg stall I worked in five years ago!! Hah, they were cunts.
Off now, to have a shower & then finish soup & then spliff & bed. Spliff & bed couldn't come sooner.