Plug in 2014: The Year That Was

Another Monday feeling pretty deflated as my precious beauty sleep lays on the ground butchered by Time Bandits. Bleary eyed but sniffle free, I’m charged with being so very entirely me.
Guilty!
I thought it a nice idea to spend my lunch break walking around the immediate area. That was until I realised that all the shops in the immediate area aren’t for me,
- A good rule of thumb is avoiding any shop with a firstname/surname setup
I really liked the light in the window but on venturing inside the shop the man took great delight to advise me it’s an antique from the 50s, something else, something else, it’s called ‘The Sputnik’, oh, and retails for £4000 thereabouts. I politely thanked the man for his time and advised that even if I got top price for my lungs and kidneys I’d still not have enough.so the light in the window is ignored and the fire in the heart turns to steam under water.
- We never had many holidays as a kid, I used to cook marsh mellows on a fork over the kitchen gas hob.
–I know there’s many worse off. Some people don’t have gas! Just because 80% of the world’s poorer than me doesn’t mean that I should consider my position in life adequate.
It’s impossible to write form the heart whilst keeping yourself detached from the sentiment. I know it’s the thought that counts but sometimes actions speak louder than words!
lunch breaks walking around the immediate area I contemplate with a depressing finality that no, I’m not going to be a success, no, I’m not going to be rich, and Yes, this is probably as good as it’s ever going to get. Confronted by the bitchiness of it all I delay the truth by walking home 5.5 miles a day.

My Favourite Fails Of The Last 7 Days:
• It was someone’s birthday Friday at work. The guy sent out an email across the teams saying he’s turned 40 and brought in a load of munchies to be consumed by all. I replied back (fortunately just to him rather than To All), ‘Hey mate happy birthday, 40? Damn you’ve got a fine head of hair still, I’m jealous’. It was only later on in the day that I realised I’d got the wrong guy entirely – The guy who’s birthday it was rocks a turban.
• Long-Boarder’s setup the recycle bin’s. + labels to help us understand what goes where? I had no idea that at 34 yrs of age I would be fearful of recycling – It was only Day 3 that she’d lived here yet the cheeky bint actually stressed out at me that I’d put something in the wrong bin!
‘I wasn’t sure so I erred on the side of caution and dumped it in the general waste to avoid fucking everything else up’
rolls eyes + says something to her friend in German
- Possibly and probably not, ‘This guy’s awesome’.
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If I had the money I’d be off. Though Pundersoms isn’t the worst it’s certainly fucking with my peace well-being, housemates helping themselves to your food is part and parcel of sharing I guess? But the flat is actually getting pretty horribly dirty, it’s REALLY starting to anger me yet I can’t say anything because I CAN NOT BE THE PERSON THIS TIME TO FALL OUT. So when there’s 24 bin bags outside the front of the building with worms GAGS or the mouse Queso caught this morning GULP and now my lovely 1yr 4 month old Queso has fleas Bulk It’s beyond a fucking joke to be honest.

A friend of mine’s looking for somewhere and has up to £1000 to spend. £2000 for a 2 bed somewhere might be the solution?

Last updated September 21, 2014