"He lines them up and then knocks them down..."

Don't you really just fucking hate it when you're trying so hard to sort something out but you have to wait on various other people getting back to you before its sorted and the fucking wankers aren't getting back to you and you're leaving messages and your heart is racing because sorting it out directly relates to other areas/people in your life who are relying on you to sort this thing out but you can't because of other fucking wankers.
GGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRR

That's what today is all about for me. GODDAM mother fuckers ringing me every ten minutes and I still haven't sorted it out because the person I need to hear from isn't getting back to me. Its driving me absolutely crazy. Today, and the next 4 days are usually my favourite days of the year and it's being marred by one person in particular - who I can't name - but let it be known I'M ANGRY AT THEM!!!!!

*exhale*

When I return from Reading - my flatmate Jenny would have moved the majority of her stuff out of our flat :0( Words can't express how sad I feel about that. She's moving into her sister's flat (her sister is moving in with her boyfriend and letting Jenny move in) and I am homeless for 8 weeks until me and Evan move in together - a place of our own. AWWWWWWW! The 8 weeks will consist of me kipping at Evan's for a bit before house sitting for a mate in the beautiful West Hampstead and then kipping at Evan's again for a couple of days before we both move in to OUR own place. Its gonna be a tough few months but a couple of months that will save me money and allow me the time to live on my own for a bit before a lifetime of domestic bless with Evan begins.

Weird huh? This time last year I had been single for 4 and a half years pretty much. I had given up on finding anyone and thought I was to join the ranks of the likes of Morrissey and spend eternity on me todd. Crooning to myself about love lost and found and lost again. About couples kissing on the tube and hating them, and about those endless lonely nights/weekends of boredom. I may even have fashioned a quiff and only conversed by fax.

Hmmm

Just as I thought - everyone leaves you waiting and waiting and then right at the last minute it all gets sorted. I feel like I can breathe again now.

WOOOHOOOO Let the games begin!!!!