Because of some loud bitch downstairs, i don't know if she is faking orgasms or she just feels the need to talk really loudly at 1am but she needs to fucking die. So now i have to keep my tv on to drown out the muffled cries. Yes i'm grumpy.
My life is taking a downturn as my sister has felt the need to sign me up to match.com to increase my chances of finding love. I told her ive tried Internet dating and you only meet wanker and cocks on the net (this has been proved a lot in my experience). As she spent the best part of £20 i thought what the hell...until i realised she has been sharing my account and reading the emails. Not impressed in the slightest, i was trying to make her feel like i appreciated what she was doing but to first sign me up and then force herself on me is pretty much the behaviour that leads us to fall out every time. She needs to control everything around her and throws a fit if you have the audacity yo tell her you're not interested.
Have increased my hours at work to try and save for my new place, Mike asked me if it was because of him we were moving out. It isn't but his problems are a factor. He burnt some books on the BBQ today, they were weird fucked up books about porn that he had bought on recommendation from someone because the author was supposed to be good. It turns out they were mostly transcripts from child porn cases. Weird. Of course finding out that apparently living us is like living in hell was also a bit of a blow (pot kettle?) i've tried to keep the house together but i'm tired. Very tired. I don't see why i have to put in the effort, run round after people asking for money for 2 weeks whilst more and more final notices drop through the door. Who the hell put me in charge? I am tempted to cut the Virgin and get freeview, less hassle for me as i''m the only one taking any responsibility.
Oops that was a bit of a rant.
In nicce news, i made new york chicken (chicken, bacon, homemade BBQ sauce and cheese) and an apple crumble with custard today, comfort food for the win.
2 comments:
LMAO at your work once again.
But come on,you're 22 years old, you do not need to go on match.com.
Just get out there and use that obvious confidence and humour.
And I'm sure the chap I work with is reading your blog and reinterpretting your work. Yesterday he mentioned a simlar topic and today he was talking about books on child abuse??? Too weird.
that is weird...is he single ha ha
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