The slave was late yesterday. There was miscommunication with one friend. I never finished packing. However i have a reprieve. Apparently i have till 11am tomorrow to vacate the flat and can fetch other items much later. My possesions arent too many. Slave-boy ever attentoive had brought a couple of boxes to pack some stuff in but there was no need. We trawled south london and came back with the television and microwave as Edith had taken a question to mean a request. I asked her if perhaps we should reschedule bringing stuff for today since the slave was running late. She took the question to mean I am rescheduling, whilst Sophie, who is French speaking understood perfectly and replied she was availavle till 11pm for me to drop in. So there I was ringing Edit and leaving increasingly frustrated messages. Eventually getting to her flat after slave drove on a one way street(there was a camera so he's in shit ) only to forget which flat number to buzz. I left in a huff. Got a text from her this morning saying she never saw my message saying we were on the way and that she fell asleep. Big fucking deal. I did not respond. Why waste 10p?

I should be tidying up the room instead of blogging but what the hell? the slave will be late, I will probably be late for work tomorrow coming from Unfamiliar Surrey. As if that's not enough, a friend from abroad is coming to London, staying at a Posh Hotel on Goucester Road. She is here for a meeting. works for one of those pharmaceutical giants. I won't be going there if i can help it. But i would like to see her, so we'll have to work something out. Have already warned her im getting fat(my jeans are too tight now), she's always been stick-thin but it suited her.

Never-mind about the friend. I almost missed a course i was meant to attend today, got there late, traffic was my excuse. Scoffed a banana-nut muffin from Starbucks, and then another from Tesco(pumpikin seeds, poppies and what-not) and a croissant. Won't be surprised if i get bunged up and ofcourse that explains the fat things and bum I have bought fish cakes for my last supper in Landbitch's abode. I'll have the rest of my frozen mixed veggie, i have not bought wine, might be better not to. I not have a TV i can't watch coz I think i left the aerial with sphie last night. Just as well, i wouldn't pack anything.

Can say Im looking forward to the dungeon but everyone else seems to see the forest for the wood.
I should too.
later

being given the run around sucks!! i have just waited in the bloody cold for some fucker whose flat i had to view. i dont know why i agreed really since i have sort of decided on the dungeon! he said to be there between 4-5pm. i was there on time, he said he'd be there in 15mins. after 4omins i send a text to say i was leaving. i was pissed off. I'll probably get a cold.

Good news: i can stay at my friend's flat in the south for a couple of weeks whilke the cave gets sorted. However i am taking the furniture and the TV so italian boy can go buy another sofa! I need storage for them. time to call the slave and a few other friend. a bit relieved i guess but not much. My emotions are fucked. it's been a rollercoaster and it hasn't ended yet. but i'll prevail in the end
come wednesday i'll be sleeping in a nice flat all by muyself. not bad

Forgot to turn back the clock as usual. I wish i could turn back a different kind of clock. woke up to do some last minute laundry this morning. The Italina tenant had brought in some friends but i didn't care. fortunately i had shared a couple of bottles of wine with Geezer and a friend of his. we debated my housing issues endlessly. yes take the basement. no don't. I must be out on Tuesday. all thre other searches have yielded crap results. i hate people. I guess that's a decicion made then. maybe not

My slave volunteered, no, he insisted on taking me down to norwood to see a friend of mine and he waited patiently for a few hrs while i had dinner with my friend and his girlfriend. My friend' girlfriend was very curious about a friend who was perfectly willing to wait somewhere in the cold and she kept saying i should invite him to come over. I kept telling them he was perfectly happy to wait for me wherever he was. I had told my friend that my slave was driving me down. He laughed and i don't think he quite grasped the idea that this was someone who has been pestering me, begging to be my slave and serve me.

My friend's girlfriend was curuous about me. apparently my friend talks about me all the time and so she WANTED to meet me. I imagine to see "what she was up against". Oh, well, i can't help the fact that i am friends with her man. We knew each other before he met her so she'll have to live with it. She was watching a religious program and though i might want her to change the channel. i was perfectly happy for it to continue while i sipped my jack daniel's and chatted to her boyfriend.

Back to the slave: on the way down, i recieved a couple of phone calls from friends, i apologised to him during the first call anbd he told me I wasnt supposed to apologise. He really wanted to get into his role and i really am a reluctant MISTRESS. One of my naughty friends called and I told him C was driving me someplace and he wants to be my slave and serve me. The slave was getting excited. so my friend started making suggestions of what i should say and do. I had to totally ignore the slave and talk about my encounters. I decided to chat about the girls who was flriting with me at geezer's house one time and how Geezer was put out because he wasnt getting any attention from us girls. he actually went as far as to say that girl was horrible and i put it to him that he'd been jealous.

Anyway, my friend made me describe what the girl was doing to me, we played a little game and i was embellishing a little bit, going on about how she touched my boobs and thighs(she did tough my thigh at the time). The he told me to ask slave if he would not mind if i was talking to my boyfriend or girlfriend right next to him. I started giggling at this. Partly because i was afraid the slave might hear what my friend was saying and also because i wasn't too sure if i should "torture " slave like that. It turns out my fears were completely unfounded. he was almost hyperventilating as I got more and more into my deliciously graphic conversation with the said friend. In the end i said goodbye to my friend, we got to Norwood, my other friend picked me up and i went to meet his girlfriend and eat supper.

Slave brought me back hope, he showed me some clips on his laptop. he's got a foot fetish and so i saw stuff on people worshipping feet really, being spanked and wphipped. he quite like the sound of the whip and told me he'd been whipped once. I found it allinteresting. he did say the thought i understood him and his needs but i just wasn't willing to do what he needs. I think it's true. I don't relish having a slave to do my bidding but the mild stuff with the phone was fun:p

One fun clip was of someone being bitch-slapped. understand that it was what the person wanted so it wasn't abuse or anything and C asked me to bitchslap him when i left the car. I said no, but i might do it next time. I couldn't leave him completely unfullfilled after he'd taken me all the way down there and back could i?

It made a rather dull sunday interesting. Im feeling a bitmellow today. stuff to do with my lecturer(i gave her a bit of a bollocking).That reminds me, a guy came in at work yesterday, i asked him how he was(he was extremely hung over last week). he said very loudly that he thought his cock was in shock! I asked if it had been here there and everywhere the previous night. Fortunately his current boyfriend wasnt with him. he is french and so macho(the boyfriend), i think he should go straight so i can have him

I am not sure what's going on with me. My days are filled with such exciting and interesting events that i always want to share with fellow bloggers but come crunch time, my mind goes blank. I can't write, i have no motivation. Am I depressed? I don't think so but still..

I met up with R last night. That is R from about 6months ago. For those who don't know: he sort of courted me, he couldn't hack in in the kissing department and i knew it was a lost cause. He wasn't helped by the fact that someone else had been courting me and his kisses made almost made my spine tingle. So I had to give R "the speech", unfortunatly on valentine's day when he'd bought a very expensive bottle of champagne. I had agreed to see him on a tuesday.That it happened to be valentine's day was purely incidental. He didn't take it very well and so we hadn't spokern for 6months util last night.

A few days ago he sent a text out of the blue asking how I was, if i'd be interested in having a drink. I was curious, I agreed. It went rather well. We met near picadilly, went to a pub(he wasnt too happy, he would've preffered a trendy bar but i am a pauper and he'd made me wait). I had a couple of pints, he downed three. We caught up on past events. He was apparently assaulted by a security guard around spitalfieds market last friday. Called 999, they didn't bother to turn up. went to a police station only to be told he is in the wrong borough or soomething too that effect. It all rather sounded surreal. He says he's got bruises on his back. I reckon he should sue the police plus the guy. He admits he was being a bit pompous but not rude to the guy. It's no exciuse to get assaulted.

Hw then told me about a couple liaisons he'd had in the summer. An Italian senorita whom after one night of passion basically wanted to weld him to her hip and a nigerian woman who is enganged. they went to dinner. he is in love with her. she is spoken for. Poor R. I am not sure why he was telling me all thing. I rather suspected it was to show me he'd moved on and also to make me feel jealous. it had the opposite effected. I was interested and made comments and was completely unaffected.

As punishment(i think) he took me to some place near china town, a japanese place that sold overky priced basic food. i payed £8 for rice a cpuple of pork pieces and some dreary gravy. I coul've a pair of shoes for £10 actually so i deeply regret the mneal. but, we had lots of green tea which i need these days and Asahi beer and i went home, pigged out on ice cream and slept like a log.

I was late for work, partly because the buses werent running for some reason. well the bus i wanted anyway, i had to hop on three different busses just to get to hammersmith. It's a good thing the woman i was going to see was apparently schizophrenic. she was nice enough, i never felt under threat but i was 1hr late. not my fault but still.

I am meant to be updating my CV. I carry a disk around and never get to doing it. I am meant to know where i'll be living come next week, i still dont. a couple of people have said i shouldnt go if i still havent found a plce but im afraid the italian stallions wiull just chuck my stuff out and leave me in the wilderness. I havent seen the girlfriend. I saw her shoes two days ago so i gues she came for a dose of sexual healing/.

Drat, i have run out of milk and do not have any money on me to get a pint. i'll have to do without it tonight. More wine and finish the ice cream never to buy it again. I think i have gained half a stome. My boobs have never been fuller. At one point i thought i might have pulled a Mary but i don't think god wouldnt wanna do that to me. so i must just be fat-ish. atleast i had vegetables tonight and I shall make sure i drink plently of water. I have to get up in the wee hrs. Shit that!

P/.S. My cousin who turned 21 a couple of days ago was apparently assaulted by her boyfriend on the day. she wants to break up, he is refusing. Her parents havent gone to the police. they want to meet and talk. I think it's crazy. I have asked them to report him but if they want to talk to him...what the fuck for?? the mind boggles. what a birthday present. two blue eyes she had! and i dont mean her irises

Good weekend everyone

I am fucking ticked off. Really pissed off. I am being backed against the wall by an institution of learning and there isn't much I can do about it. They are awaiting a decision from me. They seem to have me by the balls but not quite. All i want to do is scream at them and murder their motherless selves. The bitches and bastards of this world.

I'm gonna go off and stew some more

The girl in my flat, whose name i forgot soon after she told me shared her woes with me yesterday. Her boyfriend, the Italian, who apparently is "only22" to use her words wants space. Dear oh dear. This is someone she dated casually, who then suggested he could follow her to cambridge (where she was living) and shack up as he liked her so much. Now they are bank in London, her new flat in east london just came thru, she would rather stay with him and has made it clear but he says they've been glued together and he needs space. What a moron!! what is wrogn with men??? he has ofcourse promised to pick her up at the station whenever she wants to come visit.

I offered her ice-cream yesterday. as a rule i dont real consume the stuff but i am obviously high-strung these days. so intead of getting wine or beer i got a caremel and vanilla ice-cream. very sweet but oh-so-divine

I still haven't found a place. clearly im skating on thin ice but there are bigger problems than that. tho be fair ive been looking in the loot and other places but it's so difficult and much more expensive when it's just one person looking for a place to share. Anyway, im sure something will turn up.

I've been eating rather too much these days. i'm pretty sure im getting fat. the good thing is my boobs feel a lot fuller, i need new bras:p. bad news all that ice-cream, the snickers bar from this morning and the greasy chips ive just had go straight to my hips and bum can't win 'em all, that's all I have to say.

I saw a fishnet bodysuit. I think i might just purchuse one. don't know what's with the kink but i'm not harming anyone:b.

Why do bank tellers count money loudly like they want to announce to the 15th person in line how much you are taking out? I could've killed that girl.

I'll do my bgreathing excercises instead and go and look thru the ads in Loot

Banks are a menace. cocky financial advisors even worse. when they start guaranteeing things they shouldnt be guranteeing and making you know they are doing you a favour by serving you them you know it's time to make a stink. I was there thing morning, waited for more than an hour, was fed the same old bullshit. This time i stood my ground and told them for the £12 they dedcuted from my account every month the least they can do is give me decent service. I'm still not convinced they'll sort me out.

The guy had the audacity to call me madam. I'm sorry, i know i'm not exactly a spring chicken BUT, i don't have a ring on my finger, and i hardly look a day over 24, in fact most people think i'm under 24 and for fuck's sake how many times has M&S and Sainbury's asked me for ID when i bought liquor? I kid you not. so for some cocky bastard to keep saying "madam, madam, madam" was a real pain in the butt. I have been startled before being called "miss" in America, and i still prefer that.

Then there was a woman who had questions about her account but wouldnt let the guy have a look at her paperwork. really paranoid she was. why does she have a bank account i wonder. big brother knows everything.

My hair is looking fab, well trully wild and a bit unruly. someone said i look like a rock star. maybe i am

The world never ceases to amaze!. Just when you think ceratin characters are safely buried in the recesses of your memory, one thrusts to the fore and you just can't ignore him.Below is an email of an american Ex that i recieved today. This is from 5years ago. will someone please tell me why I have to remember this person's birthday and be threatened? Mind you, i got a scorching email last year for forgetting to send a birthday message. never mind that i never get a reciprocal message on my birthday. I shall send it for i do not want to be "chatted at"

hey there princess i am having problems with this address. please send maiil to me at
wilds*@hotmail.com and don't forget my birthday is oct 29 . i expect well wishes from you and all our friends and all of your friends from arounc the world.

thanks
chat at you later

More words of wisdom from another friend. The se people obviously have nothing to do at work except churn out these silly emails. Oky, it makes sense but still, why can't she email about how she hasn't had sex in a long time or how her current boyfriend is beating her or how she misses and loves me? I suppose stuff on women is better than the other stuff she sends telling me to give myself to God and belive all my problems will be sorted by jesus. well i need money to fall on my lap and i would appreciate bro jesus dropping some

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
That she can't change
The length of her calves,
The width of her hips, or
The nature of her parents...

That her childhood
May not have been
Perfect..but;
Its over...

Okay, i totally agree with the above but clearly my friend has never seen vicky beckham for she would surely know it's possible to change the width of your hips from wholesome to looking like a boy. As for the nature of the parents, i don't have that worry anymore.

Childhood: she is barking mad, we are continual children until we die. that is why we see shrinks and stuff coz childhood haunts us. it's nevr over or so we are led to believe. Happy weekend everyone. i need to go pee now

The world never ceases to amaze!. Just when you think ceratin characters are safely buried in the recesses of your memory, one thrusts to the fore and you just can't ignore him.Below is an email of an american Ex that i recieved today. This is from 5years ago. will someone please tell me why I have to remember this person's birthday and be threatened? Mind you, i got a scorching email last year for forgetting to send a birthday message. never mind that i never get a reciprocal message on my birthday. I shall send it for i do not want to be "chatted at"

hey there princess i am having problems with this address. please send maiil to me at
wilds*@hotmail.com and don't forget my birthday is oct 29 . i expect well wishes from you and all our friends and all of your friends from arounc the world.

thanks
chat at you later

More words of wisdom from another friend. The se people obviously have nothing to do at work except churn out these silly emails. Oky, it makes sense but still, why can't she email about how she hasn't had sex in a long time or how her current boyfriend is beating her or how she misses and loves me? I suppose stuff on women is better than the other stuff she sends telling me to give myself to God and belive all my problems will be sorted by jesus. well i need money to fall on my lap and i would appreciate bro jesus dropping some

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
That she can't change
The length of her calves,
The width of her hips, or
The nature of her parents...

That her childhood
May not have been
Perfect..but;
Its over...

Okay, i totally agree with the above but clearly my friend has never seen vicky beckham for she would surely know it's possible to change the width of your hips from wholesome to looking like a boy. As for the nature of the parents, i don't have that worry anymore.

Childhood: she is barking mad, we are continual children until we die. that is why we see shrinks and stuff coz childhood haunts us. it's nevr over or so we are led to believe. Happy weekend everyone. i need to go pee now

Back at work finally for laughable hours ofcourse. All the old geezers...well the elderly happy enough to see me. they actually told me they had missed me and bitched about whoever was looking after them in my absebce. I'm sure they meant it but at the same time, it's a way of pleading with me to saty. One was asking me if i'm gonna leave the agency, i said not yet. of course i am, the conditions are intolerable at the moment. I cannot survie on mud and grass like i'm a snake or something.

New flatmates still keeping the flat grubby. The kicthen sink is constantly overflowing. they had the audacity to ask me to take my shoes off coz someone came to clean the carpet. nOt that i could tell the difference mind you.

As a matter of interest, i decided to shave my pussy ear;ly ths morning. It's always interesting hoe your piss goes all over the place when you are bare...so to speak. there is a reason we have all those hairs, but it's still nice to be bare. went looking for crotchelss knickers at Ann Summers. they had awful leopard print in huge sizes. smaller people want them too. anyway, i saw a shop in kensington and I think i migh visit it.

The slave-wanna-be is back in the picture. He is helping me look for a place but since i called him to order he hasn't mentioned wanting to suck and sniff my toes

Had some wine and baby potatoes(microwaved) and minced beef with mixee veggies(from last night).Not tipsy, wish i was actually. I confided to a friend that i think i ight be turming alcoholic, only because i bought a bottle a couple of days ago. I am far from that and can relax now. I look a bit mnessy i think. Messed in the head, messed inside. The good thing is I have kept my temper in check at work. the more everyone else thorws a strop, the more composed I remain.

Shall have to get a new toy. Ann summers boring at the moment but they are trying. So crotchelss and nipple-exposing underwear it is. Don't ask why. I just wanna. why not. watching too much Tv. saw american apprencitce last night. what a load of drivel. Sir Sugar is still better than Donald trump.

a bastard. came into work today. highly strung and very dramatic. A proper diva. Craved attention. wanted me to apologise for the lack of attention received. Expected me to bow down and apologise. I didn't. he was shiocked, then peeved and i totally igonred him.

a colleague, having a bit of a metl-down. wants to complain to the director about a manager she hates. she's only been there for almost a month. I have decided to be serene and calm around her. she is very trying. I'm succeding, she is falling apart.

a transvestite and a possible transsexual. they are a couple but the girl could be a former boy although she is probably just a girl. Dressed in victorian blouses and narrow trowusers that flared at the knees. That was the guy. not sure he wore underwear, his bits were jiggling a bit. She wore very skipy hotpants. No adams apple though so i guess a girl definitely.They smocched and petted in full view of everyone for 2hrs. when i left they were still at it. they could have gone into the disabled toilet but maybe they have more class. one guy looked thoroughly disgusted. What's the big deal,? i asked him. still....they shouldn't have.

The italian brigade had a three course meal last night and lit candles all over the house. NOt bad, i made my own dinner and left them to it. the guy is an aspiring DJ, he played music rather loudly. I banished myself to my room and watched X-factor.

will do some laundry tonight and give you more tidbits tomorrow

Spent the day in Oxford to get away from it all. Almost went to Cambridge with a friend but remembered there is a nutter there we both know about and it would be a cse of kill the nutter and go to jail or let the nutter attempt to kill us and plead with the judge on compassionate graound. I dobn't feel very compationate at the moment so too the easy option.

it rained, i had no brollie, my hair was ruined. Going to the tower of St mary the virgin's(we know she was a virgin why is her virginity always emphasised? does it imply all the other marys weren't she was the only virgin in the village? )chucrh and looked down the university and far flung places.

I have to say it was a far cry from london and all the high rise buildings and the smog and the people spitting on the pavements. The shopping mall was great, all those sales except there were a few teenagers in one of the changing rooms next to me at Primark who should have been on ritalin. theose youngerster were schreeching like banshees! very uncouth. I know i was once a tennager but my eardrums almost burst. for real.

having gone to the sicence museum which just fogged my mind(i wan't very good at science and to this day i couldnt tell you what the periodic table was about) i decided on a spot of retail therapy.

4 tops, 3 pairs of socks. no underwear this time but very soon. I left happy, had a tuna sandwish which took forever to make coz the guy was on the phone, kept touching his nose and did not have gloves on. i should've protested shouldn i? he was cute and was speaking in Italina but that's no excuse.
That reminds me, i woke up in dismay to find my milk gone so i couldnt have my cereal and tea in the morning. i left a note for the new couple, told them i opened their milk as they had used mine and not replaced it. I almost laughed last night when i chatted to the girlfriend and she told me some cleaning lady had come to clean and the bailiffs had come for something or other(TV license I think). she gave them her boyfriend's number well they can sort out landbitch's issues now.
On the plus side, the guy has connceted the washing machine, they have used it 3times with my soap and fabric softener and they have now left their clothes in there to rot. how am i supposed to do my laundry? coz they are never there for me to tell them off and like fuckwit, they leave food in pots and dont wash up.

My pet hate: dirty dishes in the sink. my room can be untidy as hell but i wont tolerate dirty dishes

It's going to be a trying 2 weeks i see. Shall i just remove their clothes and put them on top of the machine, damp as they are? what the fuck am i to do??? damn damn damn!

Two women. One tortured. one on autopilot. That was my take on the two subjects of the C4 documentary last night. A beautiful woman with a very handsome boy(16yrs) who deliberately had a son with a married man years ago. She did it on purpose she admitted it. She thoguht he'd leave the wife and start up with her? well sh'e been tourtured ever since.So now she is a professional mistress. Only goes out with married men because she cannot invest her emotions in the whole thing and get hurt. She is avoiding being hurt. Her son(such piercing blue eyes:p) wants her to get someone who will look after her and appreciate her. I felt sorry for her coz she wont even give herself a change. Her need not to be hurt supercedes anything else that may come her way.

Then there was another woman who went out with this guy for two years, happy in the knowledge that she came first before the guy's wife. Clearly delusional because nobody comes before anyone's family. He said that to her to lure her. The a friend dropped a bombshell that the guy's wife was pregnant. That put paid whatever dreams she was habouring. What i couldn't understand is why she thought them not having a baby yet meant they were together. She was still a mistress, being seeing him in seret etc etc. I think the problem was the sex part. She should have listened to the first woman who (emotionally crippled as she was) said they have to be willing to share her with other men, after all she shares them with their wives.

Poor souls, there she was, ringing the guy over and over, looking for closure. Saying how she gave 100% etc etc and she wanted her things. Therwe his things out, send him a text basically telling him he was scum. They actually reminded me of two women I know. Just like the women in the Doc, one is white, one Black. The balck woman was horrified to hear the guy was having another child with a white woman she said incredulously!! her friend told her he is not worth it, let him go but i suspect it's gonna take her a long time. I had a discussion with one of the women I know after. She is in a better place, the other one....oh well god's speed is all I can say)

The night before of tcourse was that one on penis size. there was a guy who officially has the biggest penis . 113 and a half inches flaccid. they showed it. they had to pixillte the engorged one in case we fainted i guess. he gave up on women a long time ago. sex with men is better although he said one guy circled the bed a few times thinking, "how the heck am i going to accomodate that". he's had a couple of oscar winners apparently and he is legendary in hollywood. he refuses to do porn so far.

Amazing stuff really. did anyone see it?

I have taken four books out of the library, i am half way thru one now. I wont be watching anymore late-night docs although i was alughing my head of. the things people say and do sometimes just beggars belief.

2 cudbury eclairs,
1 huge spearmint
1 peach chewy
1 mini creamy white chocolate
1 mini timeout chocolate
1 treacle Toffee
1 nut with honey nougat
1 finger toffee
1 iced caramel

The above is a list of the wrappers of all the sweets and chocolates I have been slowly devouring in the last two hrs. I feel a bit sick now. seriosuly. But i am determined to have a Nandos later today. well sooner rather than later. Maybe try out the new one in Nottinghill. Nah, i'll stick to the tried and tested and make the long trek home. I feel sick:p

mmmmhh, where to start? A snotty bitch cominng into work and having a diva moment because she is under the misguided impression that she's first cousin to the queen? On top of that, telling me not to be short with her because she is apaying cuctomer. The Cunt! My look and withering silence told her" go fuck yourself in the moors, coz I can't be bothered to deal with women who think menaupause is a new phenomenon!" Her friend was so embarassed and tried to calm her down, because she was attacking a girl who is mentally precarious. She quit the job, it was her last day anyway. when the friend told me to have a nice day, i icily responded " I shall do my very best" in clipped tones. Serves her right for thinking the human race is a bunch of alleycats and she is mother superior.

Perhaps I should tell you about how i arrived home yesterday to find a stodgy, dodgy-looking Italian Pinting fuckwit's room, barely spoke two words of English but managed to convey the fact that he shall be staying with a friend at the flat. The kitchen looked like hurricane Katrina had made a detour on the way to New Orleans and the painting and and boisterous conversation with a mate who arrived much later carried on to the wee hrs of the morning. The passage to the bathroom is a mess, I found my pots and pans missing in the kicthen this nmorning. It was all I could do not to scream. Miss Lnadbicth is gonna wish her sorry arse had never seen the light of day. Her mother will wish she had rather aborted her since it turns out she unleashed a menace into this god-forsaken world.It didn't help that i watched some sick BBC documentary about catholic priests who have been shielded by the Vatican for raping littler boys and girls. Maybe the fuckers should just marry or live openly gay and stop taking the non-exixtent moral high ground. truly sickening!

Nah, I'll just tell you about my friend, who helped me manouvre fuckwit's beatiful sofa into my room,and left her bible for me to read. I told her I don't want to read it. she told me how she has lost her way and really wants to find God again. All the more reason for her to take the "Word of God" and go nourish her anorexic soul i thought. She left it, I put it under a pile of magazine. I have nothing against the good book. I just don't want it force-fed to me as if it will find me a nice place to live, get me money to pay whatever I need to pay and make me a happy person. That can be done by imagining shooting landbitch's toes off one by one. Maybe those italians belong to the Mafia...not. they just lack a certain, umm finesse? I actually miss my friend Danilo. A Proper Italian stallion, free spirited and very generous. A guy who stayed with a bunch of wet balkets. stroopy finnish girls(i knwe them, they used to be my roomamtes), but he was washing up after them, cleaning, shopping for them etc. He is still bitter mind you, but he'd never throw my stuff away and paint till 2am. Are u fucking mad??

Actually i'll just tell you about Carol Thatcher, who came to get a coffee on Saturday morning, I was the only person who seemed to recognise her, she seemed very nervous and bouncy and looked at the walls and the ceiling.everywhere really. But she said please and thank you in that distinctive voice of hers. She is also much much shorter than she looks on telly. They all nearly wet themselves when i told them it was Maggie Thatcher's daughter. No tip though. Tight-fisted like her mommy then!

So the struggle continues. At work they keep asking me if i'm gonna stay because "they have big plans for me". Sorry i have bigger ones for myself. I have told them i don't need the hassle, they know i can't live on what they pay me. The ball is in their fucking court. Frankly i'm not interested in that particular ball, but it will do for the moment.

Okay, I was pretty wound up yesterday, and even more so this morning, but i have had a sandwich now, I went to Wollies and got a bunch of those mix and match sweets and chocolates.I never eat sweets or chocolate. I have had a nougat, a sticky tofee( i need to see the dentist anyway so that should speed up my trip), and now im chewing sugar-free gum. I'll carry on with the sweets in a bit.

I tried on three diffrent pairs of jeans yesterday. Skinny jeans(which i would never wear and think should be left to kate or Naomi), bootleg which is my best shape and straighcut. size8. too big all of them. I haven't lost weight, before you say anything. I think there is a conspiracy with the clothing companies. 4 would probably be perfect but that would probably be an 8. Do you actually belive Voctoria beckhan wears size0? what the fiukc is size0 anyway? I'm getting paranoid and i shuld keep it under control.

The financial adviser at my bank: I don't understand why you have that account since you are just a student. you should have a basic account. Excuse me! I have worked full-time, going back into education does not mean you have to cut your legs off. Are interested in extending your overdraft facility? "NO! because you would just take whatever money i put in!". Look, fuck off and leave me alone. That what i was thinking anyway.

Oh, the chocolate and sweets' starting to make me sick now

Gotta dash now, the world hasn't ended yet

mmmmhh, where to start? A snotty bitch cominng into work and having a diva moment because she is under the misguided impression that she's first cousin to the queen? On top of that, telling me not to be short with her because she is apaying cuctomer. The Cunt! My look and withering silence told her" go fuck yourself in the moors, coz I can't be bothered to deal with women who think menaupause is a new phenomenon!" Her friend was so embarassed and tried to calm her down, because she was attacking a girl who is mentally precarious. She quit the job, it was her last day anyway. when the friend told me to have a nice day, i icily responded " I shall do my very best" in clipped tones. Serves her right for thinking the human race is a bunch of alleycats and she is mother superior.

Perhaps I should tell you about how i arrived home yesterday to find a stodgy, dodgy-looking Italian Pinting fuckwit's room, barely spoke two words of English but managed to convey the fact that he shall be staying with a friend at the flat. The kitchen looked like hurricane Katrina had made a detour on the way to New Orleans and the painting and and boisterous conversation with a mate who arrived much later carried on to the wee hrs of the morning. The passage to the bathroom is a mess, I found my pots and pans missing in the kicthen this nmorning. It was all I could do not to scream. Miss Lnadbicth is gonna wish her sorry arse had never seen the light of day. Her mother will wish she had rather aborted her since it turns out she unleashed a menace into this god-forsaken world.It didn't help that i watched some sick BBC documentary about catholic priests who have been shielded by the Vatican for raping littler boys and girls. Maybe the fuckers should just marry or live openly gay and stop taking the non-exixtent moral high ground. truly sickening!

Nah, I'll just tell you about my friend, who helped me manouvre fuckwit's beatiful sofa into my room,and left her bible for me to read. I told her I don't want to read it. she told me how she has lost her way and really wants to find God again. All the more reason for her to take the "Word of God" and go nourish her anorexic soul i thought. She left it, I put it under a pile of magazine. I have nothing against the good book. I just don't want it force-fed to me as if it will find me a nice place to live, get me money to pay whatever I need to pay and make me a happy person. That can be done by imagining shooting landbitch's toes off one by one. Maybe those italians belong to the Mafia...not. they just lack a certain, umm finesse? I actually miss my friend Danilo. A Proper Italian stallion, free spirited and very generous. A guy who stayed with a bunch of wet balkets. stroopy finnish girls(i knwe them, they used to be my roomamtes), but he was washing up after them, cleaning, shopping for them etc. He is still bitter mind you, but he'd never throw my stuff away and paint till 2am. Are u fucking mad??

Actually i'll just tell you about Carol Thatcher, who came to get a coffee on Saturday morning, I was the only person who seemed to recognise her, she seemed very nervous and bouncy and looked at the walls and the ceiling.everywhere really. But she said please and thank you in that distinctive voice of hers. She is also much much shorter than she looks on telly. They all nearly wet themselves when i told them it was Maggie Thatcher's daughter. No tip though. Tight-fisted like her mommy then!

So the struggle continues. At work they keep asking me if i'm gonna stay because "they have big plans for me". Sorry i have bigger ones for myself. I have told them i don't need the hassle, they know i can't live on what they pay me. The ball is in their fucking court. Frankly i'm not interested in that particular ball, but it will do for the moment.

Okay, I was pretty wound up yesterday, and even more so this morning, but i have had a sandwich now, I went to Wollies and got a bunch of those mix and match sweets and chocolates.I never eat sweets or chocolate. I have had a nougat, a sticky tofee( i need to see the dentist anyway so that should speed up my trip), and now im chewing sugar-free gum. I'll carry on with the sweets in a bit.

I tried on three diffrent pairs of jeans yesterday. Skinny jeans(which i would never wear and think should be left to kate or Naomi), bootleg which is my best shape and straighcut. size8. too big all of them. I haven't lost weight, before you say anything. I think there is a conspiracy with the clothing companies. 4 would probably be perfect but that would probably be an 8. Do you actually belive Voctoria beckhan wears size0? what the fiukc is size0 anyway? I'm getting paranoid and i shuld keep it under control.

The financial adviser at my bank: I don't understand why you have that account since you are just a student. you should have a basic account. Excuse me! I have worked full-time, going back into education does not mean you have to cut your legs off. Are interested in extending your overdraft facility? "NO! because you would juast take whatever money i put in!". Look, fuck off and leave me alone. That what i was thinking anyway.

Gotta dash now, the world hasn't ended yet