My Pink Half of the Drainpipe, I May Paint it Blue
I would like to announce that everything is bollocks. I loathe this job and if I thought it was permanent I would kill myself.
I was going to tell you about my birthday, for which I didn't actually do anything but still seem to have attracted three enormous cakes. Ally also lifted me a bag of interesting bits and Lydia got me the Voco Stephen Fry talking clock, which I have been utterly obsessed with owning for eighteen months. It was wonderful! Thank you everyone for all your lovely messages in their various forms, they warmed my cockles.
But instead I am sulking. These days I try to avoid open posting when I'm sulking (and was considering giving up livejournal forever until I remembered I'd paid for my account) because I usually make a tit of myself and no one gives a hoot anyway, but I'm doing it now to see if anyone is going to Gothla this weekend. I was going, I had booked a veil dancing workshop, Richard and Peter were going to come with me, I was excited, it was all going to be an adventure - until I checked out the train tickets today. We can't afford that! For fuck's sake! So this is my last ditch effort to see if anyone is driving, before I give up any hope of ever going anywhere or doing anything interesting because I don't drive.
Catastrophic thinking anyone?
I really can't be doing with this job, these are hours of my life I'm never getting back, you know!
I was going to tell you about my birthday, for which I didn't actually do anything but still seem to have attracted three enormous cakes. Ally also lifted me a bag of interesting bits and Lydia got me the Voco Stephen Fry talking clock, which I have been utterly obsessed with owning for eighteen months. It was wonderful! Thank you everyone for all your lovely messages in their various forms, they warmed my cockles.
But instead I am sulking. These days I try to avoid open posting when I'm sulking (and was considering giving up livejournal forever until I remembered I'd paid for my account) because I usually make a tit of myself and no one gives a hoot anyway, but I'm doing it now to see if anyone is going to Gothla this weekend. I was going, I had booked a veil dancing workshop, Richard and Peter were going to come with me, I was excited, it was all going to be an adventure - until I checked out the train tickets today. We can't afford that! For fuck's sake! So this is my last ditch effort to see if anyone is driving, before I give up any hope of ever going anywhere or doing anything interesting because I don't drive.
Catastrophic thinking anyone?
I really can't be doing with this job, these are hours of my life I'm never getting back, you know!