The most common occupation of female serial killers is homemaker.
Followed closely by Nurses.
Today I am a big bad ball of hormones once more. I'm going to eat some bananas at lunch to try and counteract this, and also do a bit of pogoing about my room tonight to burn off excess energies.
I hate feeling all snappy. I'm quite good at controlling it, but it makes life more difficult. I would like to be the dynamic and chatty one at the Charity, but not today.
I had managed to avoid nightmares for about 3 months. Grrr.
Kasia said she heard shouting last night, this was most likely me and not the small mob of german students currently resident in the hotel opposite our flat. I had a very explicit and long lasting nightmare till 5. Got up, had a fag, went back to sleep, and AGAIN more nightmare till my alarm went off for work. For no reason. Unless I have been permanently scarred by spending the weekend sharing a single bed with Alice. Go! team were amazing though, as were Louis XIV. My previous plans to do my going backstage thang were not put into practice due to large quantities of 14 year olds I'd have had to fight my way through.
There are about a million things I could rant about right now, but I know its just me being mood-i-o. And when I get moody, I get right wing.
I had an idea last night to make lots of traditional 1950s canape type things for our housewarming. There isn't enough food at houseparties. Food and porn. Or maybe just buy them from conveniently placed M&S.
This weekend I have a choice - go to Brighton and fall asleep in a hedge somewhere in Kemp Town, or stay in London and see Interesting But Possibly Irritating Male.
Dear God, please give me a job where I don't stare at a computer screen writing up the policies and strategies of local governments on homelessness. Where every minute seems like an hour. Something which actaully is resonably enjoyable and doesn't make me spend 50% of the working day on MySpace. Something with greater human contact and less multi-tasking.
Today I am a big bad ball of hormones once more. I'm going to eat some bananas at lunch to try and counteract this, and also do a bit of pogoing about my room tonight to burn off excess energies.
I hate feeling all snappy. I'm quite good at controlling it, but it makes life more difficult. I would like to be the dynamic and chatty one at the Charity, but not today.
I had managed to avoid nightmares for about 3 months. Grrr.
Kasia said she heard shouting last night, this was most likely me and not the small mob of german students currently resident in the hotel opposite our flat. I had a very explicit and long lasting nightmare till 5. Got up, had a fag, went back to sleep, and AGAIN more nightmare till my alarm went off for work. For no reason. Unless I have been permanently scarred by spending the weekend sharing a single bed with Alice. Go! team were amazing though, as were Louis XIV. My previous plans to do my going backstage thang were not put into practice due to large quantities of 14 year olds I'd have had to fight my way through.
There are about a million things I could rant about right now, but I know its just me being mood-i-o. And when I get moody, I get right wing.
I had an idea last night to make lots of traditional 1950s canape type things for our housewarming. There isn't enough food at houseparties. Food and porn. Or maybe just buy them from conveniently placed M&S.
This weekend I have a choice - go to Brighton and fall asleep in a hedge somewhere in Kemp Town, or stay in London and see Interesting But Possibly Irritating Male.
Dear God, please give me a job where I don't stare at a computer screen writing up the policies and strategies of local governments on homelessness. Where every minute seems like an hour. Something which actaully is resonably enjoyable and doesn't make me spend 50% of the working day on MySpace. Something with greater human contact and less multi-tasking.