"It snot you, its me. Its what I'm going through..."
I've emergrd from under my snot stained duvet and blinked into the daylight. Today is my first day back at work since taking two mucus filled days off. I've watched some absolute shite on television and generally flumped around in my pyjamas sulking.
I did put on a brave face on Tuesday to go and view a flat in Bow.
'A selection of luxury one bedroom designer furnished apartments in brand new development located minutes from Bow Church D.L.R. or Bow Road tube station. Fabulous fitted kitchen & bathrooms'
Sounds wicked right?
Interpretation:
Bedroom will only fit a double bed in and that's it. Brand new development that looks and feels like a cross between a hotel, a school and a hospital. Minutes from Bow Church DLR meaning that the bedroom window looks directly on to the tracks. A fabulous fitted kitchen it is, granted, but happens to run along one of the walls of the living room which in itself is kinda pokey. FUCKERS! And the weasely looking estate agent (who was an aussie) kept me waiting for 20 minutes, didn't know which building we were looking at AND only showed me properties that were out of our price range. Weasley, aussie cunt.
Anyway that was that. I legged it to Islington to see a shite flat with no oven or washing machine ("but there is a launderette downstairs!!!!!") and then moped back home to feel even more rubbish and more sorry for myself. It was then I decided to fuck off work the next day too and flump.
Evan came round in the morning feeling like utter dog shit as he hadn't slept yet and we both moaned and grunted at each other until around 1pm when we left to view another place near Caledonian Road. It was a shit heap and smelt of boy. Do you know what I mean by that? Boys smell. Its a very distinct smell and the only way to describe it would be to say that its a...er....sweaty, clammy, stale beer, fusion, linked together with a over-powering stench of sexual frustration. Ming.
But then the estate agent took us to this place in Finsbury Park which is now - OUR flat!!!!!!! YIPPEE! Well thats if I pass credit check. hmmmmm.
Should be cool.
Its gonna be amazing. Evan, its gonna be amazing.
I'm suddenly very excited. I have to admit that I've been a bit scared by this of late. Its nothing to do with Evan at all, more that I've lived with a guy before and that went completely wrong so I guess its natural to feel a little tense. Admittedly though, this guy was a self-obsessed, relationship retard with an eating disorder so I guess it's shelf life was always going to be limited.
It is a big step but its one that feels right and exciting so fuck it. YAY!!!
Anyway - my left nostril has just clogged up with some absolutely foul feeling goo so I'm going to blow it free of it's contents.
I did put on a brave face on Tuesday to go and view a flat in Bow.
'A selection of luxury one bedroom designer furnished apartments in brand new development located minutes from Bow Church D.L.R. or Bow Road tube station. Fabulous fitted kitchen & bathrooms'
Sounds wicked right?
Interpretation:
Bedroom will only fit a double bed in and that's it. Brand new development that looks and feels like a cross between a hotel, a school and a hospital. Minutes from Bow Church DLR meaning that the bedroom window looks directly on to the tracks. A fabulous fitted kitchen it is, granted, but happens to run along one of the walls of the living room which in itself is kinda pokey. FUCKERS! And the weasely looking estate agent (who was an aussie) kept me waiting for 20 minutes, didn't know which building we were looking at AND only showed me properties that were out of our price range. Weasley, aussie cunt.
Anyway that was that. I legged it to Islington to see a shite flat with no oven or washing machine ("but there is a launderette downstairs!!!!!") and then moped back home to feel even more rubbish and more sorry for myself. It was then I decided to fuck off work the next day too and flump.
Evan came round in the morning feeling like utter dog shit as he hadn't slept yet and we both moaned and grunted at each other until around 1pm when we left to view another place near Caledonian Road. It was a shit heap and smelt of boy. Do you know what I mean by that? Boys smell. Its a very distinct smell and the only way to describe it would be to say that its a...er....sweaty, clammy, stale beer, fusion, linked together with a over-powering stench of sexual frustration. Ming.
But then the estate agent took us to this place in Finsbury Park which is now - OUR flat!!!!!!! YIPPEE! Well thats if I pass credit check. hmmmmm.
Should be cool.
Its gonna be amazing. Evan, its gonna be amazing.
I'm suddenly very excited. I have to admit that I've been a bit scared by this of late. Its nothing to do with Evan at all, more that I've lived with a guy before and that went completely wrong so I guess its natural to feel a little tense. Admittedly though, this guy was a self-obsessed, relationship retard with an eating disorder so I guess it's shelf life was always going to be limited.
It is a big step but its one that feels right and exciting so fuck it. YAY!!!
Anyway - my left nostril has just clogged up with some absolutely foul feeling goo so I'm going to blow it free of it's contents.
posted by Fang at 7:03 AM
8 Comments:
"self-obsessed, relationship retard with an eating disorder"
Didn't know you'd lived with Evan before?
Oh, hahahahahahahaha, aren't
i a comedy genius?
????
No.
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hahahahahaha
how's things Deviant?
Did you not see the picture of the guy with the boy smell flat? He wasn't the most attractive man...the thing is though, his sister was living there too...no couch, one bedroom with a double bed and fuck all else room....EeEeEwWwWwWwWw...
oh my god!!!! I didn't think of that! EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
I had to step over a pair of ladies pants too in the bedroom.
that is rancid.
Keepin' it in the family
Oh the joys of metropolitan living.
BOY smell.... bit like the Astoria on Saturday night! mmmmm!
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