"I catch a brief reflection...
Of what you could and might have been
It's your right and your ability
To become my perfect enemy..."
Early last week I persuaded my Wolf to come and visit me in Kew, so on Thursday I had to fulfill my end of the bargain and help him clean his flat and move to his new place. Neurons got to play the 'Dousing the Kitchen in Bleach' game, the 'Pulling Ten Thousand Blobs of Blutak Off the Wall' game and the 'Putting Big Things in Small Boxes' game.
On Friday people came to help with the moving as well as the building of various pieces of Ikea-puzzle furniture. While Matt lugged many boxes belonging to himself or housemates various I finished assembling a wardrobe and unpacked his room, making it into a suitable den-nest.
The house is crispy and very odd. It used to be a general store kinda place and it has lists of things it sells painted on the stairs. Adam’s bedroom is largest and that spirals anti-clockwise. Mike’s room is small and goes disconsolately back and forth. Mattmatt’s room is medium and goes woooosh to the window. And Matt’s room is small and just sort of perches up in the eves.
======
Things I have learnt today:
-Trains never run to or from Hatfield on a Sunday if they can possibly help it.
-It's difficult to be nonchalant and neutral when you want to bludgeon his head in with an empty bottle or run upstairs and barricade yourself in a room.
-If Halo sucks donkeys in hell then Halo II - being improved - must suck not only donkeys but horses and mules too.
-As an assistant in the bookshop I am required to know exactly what is going on in the Kew/Richmond area and should be able to reel off the entertainments available today for an eight year old like a waiter reciting the chef’s specials.
-According to a slightly worked up and outspoken old Scot's lady, Paul McCartney is a tight old bastard and it was a real shame what happened to Syd Barret.
-When you tell someone you don't have the book they're after and then wander off to find a book to read yourself, it's really annoying when the customer follows you and then says loudly, 'No, it didn't look like that' at the book you fancied, so you have to put it back and pretend to look for their book all over again.
-Mad fat Australian women who grumpily demand 20p off a battered postcard and then open a purse bulging with notes and coin piss me off.
-My leather top from ebay is really shiny.
=====
I'm not getting paid until the last week of the month. (That will teach me to try to be accommodating.) "Of course you can pay me each month," said I, girl with the brain-power of a twig, not realising this means I will go a month without pay. Gah. I have about £40 to last me this month. Wheee. No one owes me any money do they? ... No, didn't think so.
=====
Please leave a one-word comment that you think best describes me.
It can only be one word.... etc etc
It's your right and your ability
To become my perfect enemy..."
Early last week I persuaded my Wolf to come and visit me in Kew, so on Thursday I had to fulfill my end of the bargain and help him clean his flat and move to his new place. Neurons got to play the 'Dousing the Kitchen in Bleach' game, the 'Pulling Ten Thousand Blobs of Blutak Off the Wall' game and the 'Putting Big Things in Small Boxes' game.
On Friday people came to help with the moving as well as the building of various pieces of Ikea-puzzle furniture. While Matt lugged many boxes belonging to himself or housemates various I finished assembling a wardrobe and unpacked his room, making it into a suitable den-nest.
The house is crispy and very odd. It used to be a general store kinda place and it has lists of things it sells painted on the stairs. Adam’s bedroom is largest and that spirals anti-clockwise. Mike’s room is small and goes disconsolately back and forth. Mattmatt’s room is medium and goes woooosh to the window. And Matt’s room is small and just sort of perches up in the eves.
======
Things I have learnt today:
-Trains never run to or from Hatfield on a Sunday if they can possibly help it.
-It's difficult to be nonchalant and neutral when you want to bludgeon his head in with an empty bottle or run upstairs and barricade yourself in a room.
-If Halo sucks donkeys in hell then Halo II - being improved - must suck not only donkeys but horses and mules too.
-As an assistant in the bookshop I am required to know exactly what is going on in the Kew/Richmond area and should be able to reel off the entertainments available today for an eight year old like a waiter reciting the chef’s specials.
-According to a slightly worked up and outspoken old Scot's lady, Paul McCartney is a tight old bastard and it was a real shame what happened to Syd Barret.
-When you tell someone you don't have the book they're after and then wander off to find a book to read yourself, it's really annoying when the customer follows you and then says loudly, 'No, it didn't look like that' at the book you fancied, so you have to put it back and pretend to look for their book all over again.
-Mad fat Australian women who grumpily demand 20p off a battered postcard and then open a purse bulging with notes and coin piss me off.
-My leather top from ebay is really shiny.
=====
I'm not getting paid until the last week of the month. (That will teach me to try to be accommodating.) "Of course you can pay me each month," said I, girl with the brain-power of a twig, not realising this means I will go a month without pay. Gah. I have about £40 to last me this month. Wheee. No one owes me any money do they? ... No, didn't think so.
=====
Please leave a one-word comment that you think best describes me.
It can only be one word.... etc etc