Hmm.....I seem to be stuck in a swamp made entirely of clothes...
For some reason I feel compelled to write. So here we are. Lots of things are happening and I suppose I just need to pull it out my head and online to share with the one and half people who actually read this blog.
I'm in Tom's flat and it's mess. A serious mess. There are also MORE issues with paying our deposit. Reu thought he was working 6-12 but he got a cross phone call about an hour ago basically going 'Where are you? You're doing the 12-6 shift today!!!'. The *deeper* issue here is that he's needed to get the remainder of the money out for our deposit. Aaaaaand by the time he's out, the bank that Romans is with will be closed. We *would* do it by card, but since the account was only made yesterday that's not really an option. The only way we can do it now is if I go in during his break, pick up the cash and deposit it myself. Can't get the money out myself since I'm not attached to the account. Boo-urns. Just when you thought it could poss-i-bly be simple for once. I wouldn't be surprised if they push back the move in date to Monday. Bleck. It wouldn't be this last minute if the fuckers actually called me back when I called them OVER AND OVER for updates. Stupid people is stupid. And we're paying £450 for the privilege. HA.
In other news: I'm on my milk week. Milk tastes weeeeeird. Currently have it in a good ol' fashioned cup of breakfast tea. Yesterday I had it with a couple of food packs (strawberry and 'nilla) and JESUS it was SWEET. Like the kind of milkshake you get in an American diner. All thick and sweet. Like a blended cake. I can also see my ribs when I'm standing up. This is the first time in well.....ever, that I've been able to see ribs. Not like I can play them like a xylophone or anything but I can see definition. There is even a little criss-cross pattern developing in my stomach where the muscles in my abs are. Coolness. I may be able to start my terrifying beach-body programme thingie starting next year. Melt off the rest of the excess fat and then tone the fuck out the rest. That's ma plan :D
God I really need to move soon. I just need my own room. I neeeeeeeeeed my SPAAAAAAACE! *insert Portal 2 reference here* I've got my radio, my candles and a sudden urge to start doing more radio projects. The urge is so strong it makes me feel good as in *good*. God I'm a freak I'm getting turned on by the thought of tinkering with electronics. Wtf did that come from? I'm sure there is a mis-wiring somewhere. Like when I earlier developed a craving for Scotch eggs and Malteasers. And there it is again......wtf wtf!!!?!!?!
J
I'm in Tom's flat and it's mess. A serious mess. There are also MORE issues with paying our deposit. Reu thought he was working 6-12 but he got a cross phone call about an hour ago basically going 'Where are you? You're doing the 12-6 shift today!!!'. The *deeper* issue here is that he's needed to get the remainder of the money out for our deposit. Aaaaaand by the time he's out, the bank that Romans is with will be closed. We *would* do it by card, but since the account was only made yesterday that's not really an option. The only way we can do it now is if I go in during his break, pick up the cash and deposit it myself. Can't get the money out myself since I'm not attached to the account. Boo-urns. Just when you thought it could poss-i-bly be simple for once. I wouldn't be surprised if they push back the move in date to Monday. Bleck. It wouldn't be this last minute if the fuckers actually called me back when I called them OVER AND OVER for updates. Stupid people is stupid. And we're paying £450 for the privilege. HA.
In other news: I'm on my milk week. Milk tastes weeeeeird. Currently have it in a good ol' fashioned cup of breakfast tea. Yesterday I had it with a couple of food packs (strawberry and 'nilla) and JESUS it was SWEET. Like the kind of milkshake you get in an American diner. All thick and sweet. Like a blended cake. I can also see my ribs when I'm standing up. This is the first time in well.....ever, that I've been able to see ribs. Not like I can play them like a xylophone or anything but I can see definition. There is even a little criss-cross pattern developing in my stomach where the muscles in my abs are. Coolness. I may be able to start my terrifying beach-body programme thingie starting next year. Melt off the rest of the excess fat and then tone the fuck out the rest. That's ma plan :D
God I really need to move soon. I just need my own room. I neeeeeeeeeed my SPAAAAAAACE! *insert Portal 2 reference here* I've got my radio, my candles and a sudden urge to start doing more radio projects. The urge is so strong it makes me feel good as in *good*. God I'm a freak I'm getting turned on by the thought of tinkering with electronics. Wtf did that come from? I'm sure there is a mis-wiring somewhere. Like when I earlier developed a craving for Scotch eggs and Malteasers. And there it is again......wtf wtf!!!?!!?!
J