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Tuesday, August 7th, 2007
8:14 pm	Back from my enforced holiday in Greece at last, where I picked up a surprising tendency to be nearly torn apart by wild dogs, especially any time I went drinking with Kat. ( mad dogs and englishmen ) Had some suitably apt dreams: ( underworld and turned into pigs ) Also my all singing all dancing gadget was destroyed by my aunt who put a bag with all our things in it in a boat, dragged it in the sea and got everything soaked. All our telephones (as in my parents', not her familys' stuff) and a book about aliens that I've already had to replace and have to buy online so THEY know what I'm reading. All the photo's that I'd taken, and I had a couple I was quite chuffed with, gone. I tried to replace them on another camera but the conditions I took them under didn't occur again and they are just not as good. Cousins were alright, think I prefer them now they are older. Parents caused a complete scene in the airport (mum bawling, losing the passports every 5 minutes and freaking out about it, calling him a drunk and my dad snorting and being mouthy and making us carry 12 bags of duty free - ALL his fags and booze) and then dad had security locked the front door and lost the key so was shouting at us all at 1am because clearly it was everyone's fault but his - so everything is back to normal. Also our neighbours have disappeared and the place is being gutted. Whoever moves in next had better not have a thousand screaming children...grrr. So much for gaining a new Avon rep! I still reckon there'll be bodies dug up what with all those weird flies that plagued us a couple of times.... (Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 29th, 2007
12:06 am	scarred for life Great, another scar to add to my collectoin. A very ridiculous story which. as can be expected starts with - I was in the pub..... It was pissing it down so I'd taken an umbrella and as I was out in the pub and liable to forget and leave my brolly I took a rather shoddy one, with a tendency to explode. Sam offered to put it in her bag, where it was safe and all was good. A few hours later I was at the bar getting a round, was there so long I got chatting to another girl at the bar and then she started molesting me, and there I was thinking she just wanted to make friends till she tried to kiss me....ho hum, made my excuses and legged it...for some reason Sam was now waving my brolly about and it exploded and the handle clocked me in the face. I was safer with the lesbian! Anyway, I didn't really pay much attention to being clocked in the face with my own damned umbrella (why couldn't she have just left it where it was???) till I noticed the blood..... went to have a look in the mirror and a great chunk was taken out of me. It's going to leave a scar I think - another one to add to my collection, great. I lost my "friends" somewhere en route to the bus stop but didn't really care as I wanted to go home and nurse my wounds. Took ages for the bus to come and the stops were packed so I walked up a few stops but it made no difference, the nightbus was packed and I had to sit next to some weirdo - who was already laughing at the forlorn figure I must have cut - facial wounds, hair a metre wide, glasses all misted up and miserable as hell. He said the cut wasn't too bad (no doubt because it hadn't happened to him) and then told me that having a good wank would probably cheer me up, cos that's what he liked to do to cheer himself up. Why do I ever leave the house??? I didn't really want to, why do I never listen to my own better judgement? Well I shan't be leaving the house for the rest of this week till my wound heals over - with the scab where it is it looks like I'm growing a goatee. Can't even hurt myself somewhere inconspicuous... And today some French woman has rung my mobile 4 times insisting that I am running some sort of child care even though I told her the 1st time she had the wrong number. And she's ringing me from a mobile phone so surely she realises that she's just calling the same damned number? The 2nd and 3rd time she rang I hung up but she obviously didn't get the hint and the 4th time I had to tell her it was STILL the wrong number. Tcha! Must be something weird going on..... (Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 12th, 2006
11:51 am	skiving OOoh, the Google page is very artsy today! Am leaving early today to see the Buzzcocks, whoo!!! I expect I shall start getting all the "I'm not coming" messages any time now....no, in fact I shall think positive instead....it's going to be great, and maybe they'll even have Bruce Dickinson on (haha, I LIVE for the day he is on the Buzzcocks) though it's really more likely to be some z-list loser from the jungle thing. NO - THINKING POSITIVELY IT'S GONNA BE BRUCE!!! (oh please oh please oh please oh please) (Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 14th, 2006
5:28 pm	Dream - "my wife now..." ( Another cracked one:- ) (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, September 23rd, 2006
12:18 pm	Grr I am not a happy bunny today. Thought I felt better yesterday (despite having gone deaf) so decided to come in today, of course last night started feeling really crappy. This morning I was in the shower and my mum starts whining outside the door that she needs the toilet. As my mother has a weak bladder I pretty much didn't have a choice. I came out the shower -and it was bloody cold out on the top of the stairs! She went to the toilet, then I hear her brushing her teeth!! The cheek!! I bang on the door to let her know I'm probably catching pnuemonia and she replied "I'm just going to wet a flannel", like she has EVER washed her face in her life!!!! Then 2 absolutely STUPID men nearly caused accidents. As I was driving down my road some d1ckhead decides to pull out from the side and try to turn around, completely blocking the road sideways - RIGHT in front of me, I had to do an emergency stop just to avoid this numpty. He still took his sweet time turning and wouldn't just get out of my way to feel bad about his idiocy or anything. Straight away I wished I'd rolled my window down so that he cold hear me shouting at him but you know, it was early in the morning and it was in my own street. The other idiot was driving ahead of me further on my journey, suddenly stops and starts reversing despite the fact that I am behind him. I had to emergency brake again (it's lucky I have fast reflexes) and there was barely a hair's breadth between my car and his when he starts reversing, but then he turned and backed into a drive, so he starts grinning at me and that just mad me all the more angry - smile all you like you gobshites, try using your indicators instead sometime. Oh and now a nosebleed, pleasant. (Comment on this)
Thursday, September 21st, 2006
12:41 pm	Dream - Johnny Cash I was in a crowd watching a young Johnny Cash play guitar in the streets with someone else. At one point everyone emptied out and it was just me left so I said to him "it's hardly worth your while just playing for me" and he grinned at me and I thought, damn it, I had a solo audience with Johnny Cash and I had to go and spoil it all!! Then he had to go anyway cos his daughter was giving birth. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 20th, 2006
4:43 pm	Dream - Night of the long knives First there was a knife fight and I only had plastic cutlery but in the end disarmed my opponent, knocked him to the ground with a cheesy karate move and instead of killing him (I had a dinner knife to his throat - yeah, THAT would work) decided to go out with him instead, even though he looked a bit Greek....then I was getting framed for murder later on by some ex-friends (not real friends, made em up then jilted em). There was also a haunted pub and some severed hands before all that lot. And I didn't even eat any cheese last night. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 30th, 2006
11:42 pm	Silly Dreams 28/08/06 I was a vampire but I had a nosebleed. I remember thinking, "aren't I supposed to be draining other people's blood rather than spilling my own?". 29/08/06 Was at a festival right by the stage and not too much crowding. Someone from one of the bands asked me to look after their jacket and I was trying to text Kirsty from Lampeter because I knew she'd be dead jealous. Bit rubbish really. Slept loads today cos I skived off work. Hurt myself a bit yesterday so I didn't relish driving or sitting. My bruises from slipping in the shower are still livid purple and it's been a week now. Added a few extras by missing the stool last night and falling over the back of it to wedge myself between the stool and the wall with the radiator in my back, though it only served to hurt my bad leg again. Ho hum. At least my mum came out to see if I was alright, not like my dad last week, humph. As much as I didn't relish the idea of him breaking into the bathroom to find me naked (possibly dead) in the bathtub he could have called out to ask if I were alright before he heard me shuffling about to know I was alive. There could have been blood. There could have been lots of blood. My mum thinks I am just topping up my bruises...yeah, I'm sick of my healthy pallor, I want some purple to liven me up! Bah. Current Music: Bonnie Prince Billy - Cursed Sleep (Comment on this)
Friday, August 11th, 2006
9:42 am	More dullness - dream I had a dream it was snowing last night. I looked out of the window and my car was completely covered over, also there was a department store in my street opposite our house, which was very strange (I prefer it when I dream about pubs that have come from nowhere). Then my car wouldn't start but that was ok because I had my grandad's old car sitting out front and that did work (keeping in my mind grandad has been dead for about 15 years and that car is long gone). My grandad has started cropping up quite a bit lately, wonder what all that is about. On a brighter note my grans underoos turned up in Cheshunt after all - can't believe that girl on the checkout said nothing to us in Tesco's. I wonder if she was planning on trying to return it all for store credit...well, now that's just me being suspicious.... (Comment on this)
Thursday, August 10th, 2006
9:59 am	Dullness Am covering in reception today - should have brought a book, it's going to be very slow going... My nan called and asked if I could take her shopping after work yesterday - we need to get food too and I didn't have my bank cards on me so in the end we agreed to meet up with my mum and all go together in the evening. My mum made me drive to Cheshunt because she's supposed to be going to a wedding on Friday and as usual it's the "I've got no clothes" story and they open late. Why she leaves it all so late I do not know. Had a dream I was doing a supermarket sweep earlier in the week - the night before I ended up in Cheshunt for bloody HOURS! Hah! My nan bought some underoos from Marks, of course we were at the checkout as the shop shut and then we moved on to Tesco's. I'd swapped my car keys for a wheelchair (for nan) so we couldn't put anything away in the boot and had to wander round Tesco's with all our shopping. Anyway, at the end we couldn't find my nan's underwear, which I think was all she really wanted, oops. We tried ringing up this morning but it was too early apparently (pff) so my mum will have to call again later. Even worse we saw the woman from the checkout in Tesco's and she spoke to us so if we left the bag at the checkout she didn't even notice. Bet she was wearing my nan's knickers! The case of my nan's missing undercrackers is the most exciting thing that's happened lately. Actually I take back what I said about slow, that phone is gonna ring lots today! (Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 8th, 2006
1:17 pm	Newcastle Well the olds are back, which means I'll be lucky to get on the computer at home any time soon. My nan told them I wasn't well while they were away and now they are acting like I'm dying again, tch. I went to see Jo this weekend in Newcastle. Was lucky to make it in the end. My car accidentally got stuck in the car park at work because the stupid barrier went down before 5pm and we couldn't find the laser fob thing to get it to open up. Margaret Mary and I both had to leave our cars here for the weekend in the end, and she was supposed to be driving to Scotland. I also realised after we'd locked up and left that I'd left my bank cards in my desk drawer and I don't have keys to get in. Ach anyway, in the end I did get my cards back though it took a lot of running about. Also meant I made it to the pub early since I didn't have to go home first to ditch the car, though it also meant to meds but ho hum. I was standing at a bus stop on my way home and some woman walked to the stop too, stared at me for a few seconds then poked her tongue out at me. Naturally I giggled and looked away. So she walked up to a guy in a business suit (at midnight in Ponders End, that can't be right) and poked her tongue out at him. Then they both walked off together - he didn't laugh, they didn't say anything it just seemed to be understood. Is this how prostitutes drum up business these days?? In which case why did she start with me?? All very peculiar. Newcastle is an odd city. We did a little pub-crawl (which I forced to an end by refusing to go into any other weird pubs and insisted we just go to the good rock pub which is where we should just have gone from the very beginning!). The first pub was a stop gap after food just to kill time and let the football crowds empty out. Needless to say it wasn't a "good" pub. They played Brittney Spears and then some sort of rave that went on for ages. Looking around it didn't seem suited to the pub or the clientel - all of whom were over 50 yet dressed as teenagers on the pull. Acting like it too.... I couldn't help but wonder if it were some sort of swingers pub or if we picked the night that it was understood divorcees got together. And not one looker in the whole city!! Jo took me to the meat-market part of town to get some food at the end of the night and we immediately got mounted in the chip-shop. Lucky I was too drunk to be shocked, was a cheap thrill, didn't really catch a look at his face, probably for the best. I think Newcastle is where the middle-aged go to die. And dress badly. Not that the genuinely young were dressed any better. There was a guy we walked past in the street who was wearing a baseball cap, baggy jeans etc who turned to talk to us as we passed and was 80 years old if he was a day. Of course I couldn't understand half of what was said there anyway...language barrier or something... No-one can ever out-last me on a drink-up so we weren't even out till the end of the night but oh well. At least I didn't have to watch Jo throwing up in bins or alleyways this time. On the plus side at least there's no danger of me running off to Newcastle in the near future. ( Had a couple of care in the community types kicking off on the bus home ) Ah yes, good to be back home where the weirdness is understood! (Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 1st, 2006
3:46 pm	I spent how much on whisky....(again)?? My DVD player is broken, the TV is acting up and I can't watch videos either...I've had all sorts of grief with my boiler and also the computer turned itself on the other night which was rather surprising. Despite being besieged by technical gremlins I am so very BORED. Am off to see Dr Jo this weekend so I've had numerous calls from her (she's a bit OCD after all). Went out on Friday night with Pat and some people from the hospital since I figured I wouldn't be seeing anyone again for a while now I've moved. Also I just wanted to drink heavily and be social and feel free, just really needed a night out. I took £60 out and planned on getting a cab back (which would have cost under a tenner) but accidentally spent all my money on alcohol (oh actually £15 went on getting there and buying a magazine though). Had so much trouble waiting for night-buses I ended up walking most of the way home I am sure it was about an hour and a half before a bus finally came just to get me to my last leg of the bus journey (I needed 3 to get home) even though I was already at the North Circular roundabout by then. I seriously considered doing an Ash and sleeping it off in a field but I couldn't find one quiet enough and realised that I'd still feel like crap and my bus-pass would be invalid by the next morning so I just had to keep going. Needless to say I had the mother of all hang-overs on Saturday. Found out afterwards that Ash had ended up waking up somewhere in Southgate, even though he'd left while the trains were still running. That man must have a hobo gene or else really doesn't have a home to go to. How comes everyone I know has never seen an Ikea before and when they do they want to move in there??? Is this one of the perks us Londoners take for granted? Of course don't forget what happened at my local Ikea the night they opened. (Comment on this)
Saturday, July 29th, 2006
6:59 pm	So much to write - for some reason yesterday I was thinking of how I used to love writing stories and even started writing a few things way back when but nowadays I've barely got 2 ideas to rub together. In the pub Rob surprised me by saying I should write. Perhaps it's all a sign. Anyway, how am I likely to motivate myself to writing anything of actual value when I can't even be bothered to write my journal? Dreams - Meeting up with Bonnie with grandad, who'd been having her trained. Running up a mountain behind Lee (though it was a bit like Beowulf and Grendel which I watched the next day). Brawling in the streets with mum (and losing!!) Being in an airport with dad having to sort out his travel tax. Finding Lee in a council flat. Looking for a restaurant to go to with mum and nan the night after the brawling one (ahh, all made up then!) My sciatic nerve has been giving me untold grief and since I got a new batch of pills for that it's actually deteriorated. Even felt like I'd been bitten by a shark in the last few days. Wasn't sure if the knots in the pit of my stomach were due to my tortured emotional state or the pills. Have stopped taking them (ran out anyway) and the nausea and the stabbing headaches have stopped. Perhaps I shall try starting them again later and see if it happens again. It did say these were side effects. Obviously I am not feeling 100% today after my night out with Jack Daniels and EAC workmates so it's hard to judge. I really needed that drink though. Had terrible trouble with the buses getting there and then coming back I'd given up waiting and was already at the border of Edmonton before a bus finally came - must have been walking for about an hour. I actually seriously contemplated doing an Ash. When I finally got home about 4am my boiler was on again (no matter what I do it just keeps coming on) and the override button wouldn't work so I ranted and railed at that for a while before it eventually obeyed me and switched off. Today it's the TV that's acting up - the remote seems to have broken itself (new batteries did not help) and pushing the volume or channel button only seems to anger it. Pff. So much for watching a DVD while I have peace and quiet. Had the mother of all hangovers this morning anyway so didn't really want to watch anything. Still at least I didn't actually end up sleeping rough and crawling home looking like a hobo in front of all my neighbours. (Comment on this)
Monday, July 17th, 2006
2:05 pm	Like a stone Was having a really nice dream this morning, then I had to get up and come to work, pff. Was dreaming that I was Buffy the Vampire Slayer and some enemy had just come to find me and the showdown was due to take place in an old abandoned wooden house. For some reason Scumbags and her brother had shown up to "help" but there was no-where to hide them except for an old toilet cubicle so I stuffed them in there (where they belong ho ho). Anyway, when this "enemy" came I considered hiding but decided it would be best to get it over with so I burst through the door instead of the army I'd been expecting it was just one guy (well, some sort of stone demon) he was actually quite good nice so I decided not to kill him and we had a nice chat instead, hur hur. Mind you he said we'd been a bit of an item and I just couldn't remember any of it. Wonder what my psyche is on about there eh? Anyway, couldn't face making and eating breakfast today so I thought I'd best have some decent lunch and I had a baked potato....despite knowing better....now all I can feel is the potato sitting in my stomach like a rock......uuuuuunh. I wonder if I could undo my jeans without anyone walking into my office and noticing.... (Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 12th, 2006
8:45 pm	Leatherface There was a man at our door today with a chainsaw asking for my dad. Couldn't really understand much of what he said as his English was minimal but he pointed at a part of the wire that was covered in duct tape and muttered something about having accidentally cut through the wire with the chainsaw but that it worked. Surely there's a risk of electrocution isn't there? Why would this man want to electrocute my dad? (Apart from the obvious reason that he's met him). This is supposed to be the man my dad is having a feud with (it's how he likes to welcome people to the neighbourhood) and now they're playing all nicey nicey. People are so fickle. (Comment on this)
Friday, July 7th, 2006
4:13 pm	Got the next 4 eps of Lost on DVD from Sandra today so at least THAT will keep me quiet for a few hours. Will be really funny if they mention Sophocles on it! Tried to look up some Sophocles, but the Perseus webpage was so slow downloading I gave up on it, suppose I should have to buy an actual book! I am rather strapped for reading material at the moment so it's actually a rather welcome suggestion. Perhaps I shall just have to re-read some other classicsy things instead. You wonder how much Sophoclean tragedy will be sold today!!! Bookshop sellers will be much perplexed. In the meantime Julie reccommends I read Philoctetes - with his septic foot…… (Comment on this)
11:05 am	Horrorscope Hah - I know I don't believe in borinh tabloid horoscopes but I was reading the cartoons in the Metro and my gaze accidentally fell upon mine today: "you're getting an opportinuty to look at love in a different light. You need to expand your horizons, become more detached and philosophical. Anyway reading Sophocles is more fruitful than fretting over whether someone will call" Ho ho. Then Sophocles it is!!! Then bead crushing. (Comment on this)
Monday, July 3rd, 2006
4:35 pm	bored just another dull weekend my end, the usual now! Went out on Friday to a pub with some friends but frankly it was so hot and busy it wasn't that big a deal. Also I had to talk with new people, and I've sort of lost any desire to talk to people now. Yes, I've finally become that hermit I always knew I would. Last weekend was my clearing out weekend. Thought it was time I got rid of a lot of toiletries I'm never gonna use, like so many miniature bottles of White Musk shower gel and "volumising" shampoos. Thought it would be a pity to just throw all that away but I spoke to someone that works on one of the wards and asked if they would accept them, after all we get people taken in on the wards that don't expect it and go in with nothing so yay, my floor is a few litres lighter. Saturday I met up with an old uni friend (Julie) and we traipsed around Covent Garden avoiding the football. Found a really empty pub - just us and the other football widows. Of course the day was fraught with weird happenings - there was a real case of care in the community on the bus to the tube, shouting and swearing and laughing to himself non-stop, then every time a police car went past, (which is invariably in Tottenham) he got up to gesticulate wildly at them. I'd have gotten off the bus but I'd had to wait so long for it I was already running late. He started asking himself questions about the tube but luckily he didn't get on that too. When I got to Covent Garden a man in the crowd came up to me and said he wanted to cut my hair. Didn't really pay much attention to him, was too busy running away going "NOOO!!!", though he said he was a hairdresser. Perhaps I should have asked some questions, could have had a cool haircut, or been left with tufts superglued back onto my head, oh well. Then on the way back the tube station we were at was closed because someone had wandered off down the track and they'd had to shut the line. We were desperate to get gone before the football ended and avoid the masses celebrating/rioting, was really eerie wandering down the road in the city and having room to breathe! Luckily I made it home just in time to see grown men cry. I hear from Sam that a friend of hers has had contact with Scumbags who is buying a flat in Edmonton Green. A perfectly fitting place for her! I doubt she's moved out on her own, she get some guy to agree to pay for it? OOoh, I can practically SMELL disaster brewing there. (Comment on this)
Monday, June 26th, 2006
9:39 pm	A case of the Mondays Margaret-Mary sent me trotting off to our new office site this afternoon under the impression that it would be a sort of gold-rush situation to grab some desks. I arrived ready to fight to the death only to find just 2 desks in their shared office have actually been put together. I couldn't even get into my part because it was locked and no-one had a key. Ah well. Didn't want to do any actual work anyway. Wandered round town for a bit then came home. It was lucky that I came home early because my dad had locked himself out and was about to call me. Also two of the windows in his car had been smashed (seemingly on purpose) one of those being the drivers window leaving the seat covered in glass. Cleverly managed to get glass in my thumb. It was on a tiny shard, how rubbish that it still hurts. Puts a new angle on my flat tyre last week...thought it was a bit sus at the time. keeping things in proportion, Julie fell under a bus this morning on her way to work. She was lying face down in the road and no-one came to help her, aw bless. I would have thought someone would have come to the aid of a dinky blonde in peril, it usually pays to be beautiful - if it were me I'd probably STILL be lying there without so much as a by-your-leave. Perhaps if it were another day of the week and not a Monday people would have been more human. But then I read once that people are more likely to kill themselves on a Monday too. (Comment on this)
10:48 am	in car acrobatics What a day yesterday turned out to be - just head that there was a "fire" in Kings Cross yesterday afternoon and they had to evacuate due to some cylinders that were likely to explode or something (will have to check internet news or something) and no trains were running. Add to that Julie falling under a bus and my dad locking himself out and having smashed winsows - oy. This morning I am in late - was having a wonderful dream about zombies. Erm...anyway my mum was in the bathroom when I wanted to go for a shower so I fell asleep again etc and hence am late. Not that it's worth showing up on time on a Tuesday, there's never parking space. Today though I managed to find a spot because it was a bit tight (why can't people just park within the lines???) and realised I probably wouldn't be able to get out my side. So I shifted over to the passenger side to find that was just as tight and had to get out the back! During all this there was a truck opposite with two workmen in it watching the whole palaver. Then I couldn't remember whether or not I'd put my parking permit in the windscreen. I was too embarrassed to go back so I asked a work colleague downstairs if she would go and I'd cover while she was gone, bless her, what a trooper. (Comment on this)