Todays Theme....The evils of a shared house.
My ex-flat mate has managed to piss me off to a point of bitterness. A short break down of the story, he has decided to move out in a week. He's also decided to move his friend into the house without asking anyone's permission (well certainly not mine nor Wills, and I don't think D knew about it). I was a tad pissed, but let it go. The new flatmate in question has a new boyfriend, and you know what new relationships are like. I simply asked Jon to have a word with her and let her know that people (or a person in this case) in the house wouldn't mind him coming around a couple of times, but he's not to become a permenent resident. I was told to 'fuck off' in so many words, and told it was 'tough' if I didn't like it. So now I'm browsing for studio flats (unlikely to move out now, but unsure to how I feel about moving into shared accomendation again), and deciding how to deal with it. Obviously I've made all my thoughts about this public, so I now feel a little bad for Abigail in case this makes moving in awkward for her. But if she asks, I'll just point I have no problem with her moving in, just my thoughts on finding random people in my house (i.e her bf) too often, and my annoyance at that fact that Jon handled this in the worst possible way. EVER. But he is quite often a self centred bitch, so what more could we expect?
On a slightly happier note, at midnight tonight I receive my bonus. w00t. At midnight I also intend to emulate D, to a lesser extent, by putting £200 on Red, and £100 on the top row. But unlike D, I don't intend to simply double up, but to leave the winning bet on the table for as long as it wins. So I could come out with nothing, but I could also win £infinity.
Generally too annoyed to post anymore, but I will say that the SingStar launch party was a laugh, and I sang in public for the first time ever. And beat Nik. Which means I clearly rock.