Well, doesn't this just blow-fucking-goats.
!WARNING! - Contents may not be suitable for anyone offended by masses of obscenities.
Here's the deal, entries will be lacking even more than usual, because I've managed to entirely bugger up my moniter. This happened due to a demand made for me to sort out my bedroom, this involved moving my computer across the room and in setting it back up, something was damaged which has impared my screen visability to such an extent it's all black. Yes, well, now I have limited access to the internet because I'll be using my dad's computer, this also means I shant be on MSN, due to that not fucking well working on here either. So, if any of you desperately need to get hold of me (which I know is so few it's almost unbelievable) send me a friggin e-mail and I'll try my hardest to check them every day until I can get my grubby mits on a new moniter.
In other news, I'm going to Exeter on Thursday to view yet another pub. I think by the time I move, I will be sick and fucking tired of the bastard things. There's only so many times someone can walk into another fucking building, buy another fucking pint and discuss the same fucking traits of that fucking building as the last. Not to mention the fact that beer always seems to taste different everywhere. Man does that suck.
Bugger. I just realised, without my computer, I don't have my music. This is going to be a nightmare.
I'm tired, I can't go to bed because it has stuff all over it and there's no where to put the stuff because my room is fucking tiny. Argh. There's an alarm going off. Fuck off fucking alarm.
This bad mood is made worse by the fact I no longer smoke. Yes, that's right, I haven't had a cigarette since whatever time it was in a pub on Saturday/Sunday. I have a terrible cough cause those little mucus hair thingies have become unparalysed. It really sucks to know what my body's doing.
!Do not fret! - There is good news too.
Despite my inability to maintain emotional and mental stability, I've managed to find myself a boyfriend, or more, he found me, whatever. There'll be more about him at a later date, seeing that he now reads this and this is a public entry, details will have to be made friends only. Muhaha.
Due to the Christmas rush drawing ever closer, job availability has now increased, so I'm hoping to have some form of employment in the very near future. Right now, I'm aiming for the excessively tedious prospect of the postal sorting office, apparently the pay is good, so I'd assume I'll have enough money to learn how to drive by new year, which is nice.
I guess I should go and continue with my room, the airing cupboard is coming out and the radiator needs fixing, not to mention the carpet coming up and the floorboards sanded, oh the effort. Must keep myself occupied though, don't want to get bored or anything. Anyway, take care everyone.
Here's the deal, entries will be lacking even more than usual, because I've managed to entirely bugger up my moniter. This happened due to a demand made for me to sort out my bedroom, this involved moving my computer across the room and in setting it back up, something was damaged which has impared my screen visability to such an extent it's all black. Yes, well, now I have limited access to the internet because I'll be using my dad's computer, this also means I shant be on MSN, due to that not fucking well working on here either. So, if any of you desperately need to get hold of me (which I know is so few it's almost unbelievable) send me a friggin e-mail and I'll try my hardest to check them every day until I can get my grubby mits on a new moniter.
In other news, I'm going to Exeter on Thursday to view yet another pub. I think by the time I move, I will be sick and fucking tired of the bastard things. There's only so many times someone can walk into another fucking building, buy another fucking pint and discuss the same fucking traits of that fucking building as the last. Not to mention the fact that beer always seems to taste different everywhere. Man does that suck.
Bugger. I just realised, without my computer, I don't have my music. This is going to be a nightmare.
I'm tired, I can't go to bed because it has stuff all over it and there's no where to put the stuff because my room is fucking tiny. Argh. There's an alarm going off. Fuck off fucking alarm.
This bad mood is made worse by the fact I no longer smoke. Yes, that's right, I haven't had a cigarette since whatever time it was in a pub on Saturday/Sunday. I have a terrible cough cause those little mucus hair thingies have become unparalysed. It really sucks to know what my body's doing.
!Do not fret! - There is good news too.
Despite my inability to maintain emotional and mental stability, I've managed to find myself a boyfriend, or more, he found me, whatever. There'll be more about him at a later date, seeing that he now reads this and this is a public entry, details will have to be made friends only. Muhaha.
Due to the Christmas rush drawing ever closer, job availability has now increased, so I'm hoping to have some form of employment in the very near future. Right now, I'm aiming for the excessively tedious prospect of the postal sorting office, apparently the pay is good, so I'd assume I'll have enough money to learn how to drive by new year, which is nice.
I guess I should go and continue with my room, the airing cupboard is coming out and the radiator needs fixing, not to mention the carpet coming up and the floorboards sanded, oh the effort. Must keep myself occupied though, don't want to get bored or anything. Anyway, take care everyone.