WHEN WANDERERS RETURN

I'm a little bored of facebook now. All that vampire/zombie/pirate/garden/fortune cookie shite is too much for me to be dealing with. Its been awhile since I wrote but then not much has happened.....

I am finally working again. Proper working, in fact I am labouring. Its pretty awesome cos I get dead dirty and get to hang about with men who swear and drink brews - its quite similar to being back in the pub (where I did 4 hours incidentally on Saturday).

This week I have been wallpaper stripping a house on St Georges Street. I am not familiar with the current laws concerning wallpaper but I hope that wood chip is now illegal.Its god awful stuff. My hands are wrecked and my wrists ache a little but on the plus side, at night I sleep like a baby. That is except for last night, it was a bloody full moon wasn't it and the beagle started baying at it at 1am. I cant see it tonight so hopefully Jeremy will allow me to sleep.

I went to see the Simpson's movie on Sunday, I fell asleep through it of course (I was swilling beer at the Tug Of War and then cider at The Toby Carvery (yes it does exist) earlier so I'm not surprised I fell asleep.) Actually apart from the Spider Pig bit - which was the highlight in the bits I stayed awake for I wasn't that excited by it. Don't get me wrong, I love the Simpson's but all it is really is a dead long one without a commercial break. Gimme the new chapters of Trapped In The Closet any day. Yes, they were promised on 24th but I hear they have been put back to 13th August.

Saturday night I got smashed after work. Embarrassingly I found myself hilarious by pretending to be a deaf cocksucker. I'm still smarting from the cringe worthy factor of this. In fact, as punishment I think I will refrain from going into any Macc pubs this Saturday. Sooner I leave this town the better, I have turned into such a knob. I wouldn't hang out with me. I then in all my drunken wisdom decided to text someone I shouldn't have. Dont get me wrong, It was what I thought was a nice text even if it was a bit unnecessary at 3.30am . Did I get a reply? Yes, I was told to Fuck Off. Erm, dont think I deserved that but don't worry...you don't have to tell me twice. That number has been deleted. Again.

Talking about men being utter bastards......guess who I saw on Friday? You wont Adam and Eve it, only my twatting ex that was married with the kids and the secret mistress and the girlfriends, the cockney fucker. I was walking home going past the Flowerpot with the hound about midday. They have those roadworks there so the traffic at the lights on Ivy Lane was backed up. About 6 cars from the lights there he was. Now I didn't see him until I was level with him, he would have seen me walking up from ages away. I haven't seen this cocksucker since last year. Guess what he did so I didn't see him?? He pretended to be asleep at the wheel. Limp cocked fucker.At this I could only laugh and ignore him back. Maybe if I wasn't looking such a state in a shrunken grey jumper with my hair tied up in rags I would have knocked on his window and waved the V's at him. In retrospect I'm glad I chose to ignore him back, don't really need anyone else texting me to Fuck Off.

With all this shit is it any wonder I hate myself?

I really need to stop swearing.