I miss Poland.

Oh, and I have a crush on a guy in my course. Didn't take me long did it. What is it with me and ginger-haired men these days???

PS, I have less and less access to the net. We're talking once every 3 days. I feel very disconnected.

I am sitting in a freakin internet cafe. I thought my London stint would be my first and last use of these highly overpriced institutions, but no ( Read more... )

Ok, so it's not the correct weather to be drinking hot soup, but it's the only thing I can afford before the roof crashes in on my funds.

I've decided, that my new house, when I find it, will not have the toilet anywhere near the bathroom. i.e., IN it. This sort of shit always seems to happen to me, where I find myself in a very awkwardly DESPERATE ( Read more... )

It's like a million degrees here in Melbourne. Me totally no likey. I thought I'd suck all the hot weather up through a straw, but 39 degrees? Please. That doesn't even make SENSE. Us wise chaps decided to succumb to the heat, but not without a fight using beer and fans. Sunday involved avoiding the heat by going to see 'the Good Shepherd' with ' ( Read more... )

It's 6.30am and I probably should be packing with my mother, but damnit, it's 6.30. My body doesn't even know I'm 'awake' yet.

In all honesty, I don't know how I'm going to fit all my stuff in poor Louie (my car). The stuff from downstairs (two big boxes, my suitcase and 3 smaller boxes filled with clothes) can fit no problems, but then there's all ( Read more... )

I'm not really sure why I'm posting. All I'm sure about is that I NEED A FUCKING DRINK ( Read more... )

Okay, time to answer
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My old employment company (Reed) has been showering me with cheques.

First one for 250 pounds, and now another for 79, which I beleive is backtaxes. Still, me no complainy, except I don't know how the hell to cash in cheques in a foreign currency.

As usual, am procrastinating, will do it tomorrow.

There's a lot of things I need to be doing, but I'm at another 'low', it's too hot, and Aunt Flo is due to arrive any old time now.

So I've been thinking about my zine, and plotting how to put the next issue together.

It's title is Homeward Bound, and looking back on the first installment, it didn't even skim the surface of what I was trying to say ( Read more... )

I had the most realistic and believable dream last night, that I was so incredibly disappointed when I woke up and realised it didn't happen.

Anyone that knows me knows that I have a tennis crush on the Russian player Marat Safin. Apart from playing exciting tennis, he's just wonderful to look at. Well, I think so anyway. 
So I had this dream last ( Read more... )