Padded Cell Time

I swear I need to be locked up. If just for the safety of my customers today.

I have woken up in the foulest mood ever!!!! And its only 7am.
One half of me just wants to go back to bed and hide under the covers with a bag of snack sized mars bars.
The other half of me wants to rip the man in my bed to shreds for just being here, wants to OD on painkillers cos my wrist is killing me, my head still hurts, my throat is still raw and now I wake up with a fucking cold sore on my lip.

THANKS!

I don't need PMS this week. Or for the rest of my life. I'm pretty insane without it. But now, I'm just a mess. A hormonal ticking time bomb that will, despite being injured and sick, take out the first fucker who orders anything more complicated than a pint of beer. Pity the fate of the idiiot who asks for a single gin and tonic with only two blocks of ice, three wedges of lime and fat free tonic water.
Today, ladies and gents, you drink it the way I pour it.
Or go somewhere else.
And if you ask me for coffee....duck and run is my best piece of advice to you as I will probably throw the coffee machine at you instead of a mere latte.

BLEH!

Today, I hate the world and everyone in it. If I was near a red button attached to an atomic bomb, the world would end by lunchtime.

Good thing I'm not. I guess.
Now pass the fucking mars bars and leave me the fuck alone!!!!

I'm ready for Jackass

A quick update on the injuries...

1 Black eye (left) swollen closed due to large bump on forehead.
1 hairlIne fracture of the right wrist. Large bulky cast in place...makes doing anything a mission.
1 large purple bruise on right leg.
multiple bruises on left leg.

aching all over.

Thankful for Neurofen enhanced with codiene.

My mother is going to kill me.

whats my age again???

I'm 23. Right? Right?

Well, if I'm 23, why the hell am I waking up with a blue eye and sprained wrist? And dodgy recall from the night before?

thing is, I had planned to go to Underworld with a mate of mine. He let me down - again. Was really looking forward to it, so I proceeded to stand at teh end of the bar after my shift and neck three double Sailor Jerry's, along with some codiened Neurofen for my aching back.

This will come back to haunt me.

My mate Laura finished work at 10 and decided to take me out instead. We went to the Worlds End, where I made friends with some S'Affas and a few other guys, flirted wildly, drank more, blagged my way into the club downstairs for free and partied like there was no tomorrow.

I also stepped wrong, fell off the small platform and landed on my head. That explains the bump on my forhead and the blue eye. I think I landed on my wrist cos it hurts like hell!!! I'm battling to type here!!!

Got home in one piece, but now I need to go get a wrist support thingy before work tonight.

I think I'll go again next time I'm off!!! It was awesome.

Just need to make sure Eve the big ass nigerian bouncer isn't working. I think we got engaged...

Ghosts....

So I'm on facebook and one of my "friends" puts a video on my wall. So I watch it and KAK myself!
Its a video showing a ghost appear. Its either really good amateur or that ghost was seriously pissed off.
But I still had a right old chill run right through me!!! Now I can't sleep.

Great.

Its 2:30am. I only have to be at work at 6pm, but I worked a doubel shift today, am exhausted, and I want to get up early to go for a job interview.

Guess I'll be staying up to watch old Angel episodes.

Dammit! I'm such a fucking wuss. Maybe because I know that ghosts exist. I just hate the being surprised when actually appear part. And can't they do something about resembling the rotting corpse thing? Really. A little respect towards thier appearance will make this whole interplane relationship go down a lot more smoothly. If ghosts want us to see and interact with them, appearing out of nowhere at night in the dark will NOT help thier cause.
It doesn't work for spiders. I'm not seeing any benefits for them either.

Fuck...Still spooked.

URGH!

Muse has left the building...

I am a fucker.

Its my day off today having worked 27 hours in three days. That is roughly about..half my weekend. I'm exhausted and have a pile of laundry to do (and with my slow washer will take the ENTIRE day) as well as a list of To Do that is a mile long.
So one thinks I'll get cracking on.
right?

WRONG!

The clothes are in the washer. I've paid my rent. I'm supposed to be meeting a friend for supper and then afterwards, meeting another friend for a gig.
Would much rather be staying on my couch watching old episodes of Angel and listening to music by punk bands with sentimental lyrics.

My week ahead is a blur of double shifts - Tuesday to Saturday. AND I need to get flat hunting for a new place before my mom comes over in three weeks AND I still need to save money for that AS WELL AS keep the new website updated and tweaked and cool and amazing and great and just simply rocking!

All these commitments and ties and responsibilities should be getting me down...but you know what? I kind of need it. I thrive under this type of pressure. Bring it on!
Just as soon as I've finished my Angel marathon.

Little Gold Bands

Ah Shit!
I was doing some link updates for wickedrock and came across a headline that made my little heart sink into my stomach...

Gerard Way of MCR got married on 3 Sept to a bassist called LinZ from the band Mindless Self Indulgence.

Nice birthday gift Gerard.
*has moment of pure and utter sadness*

Right. Now that that's over...moving on.

Had a FABULOUS birthday, thanks for asking. My facebook was full of messages wishing me well. It was good.
J spoilt me rotten!

We went to the London Dungeon where I was picked on by the Toture Chamber Guy. And no, he didn't know it was my special day. The whole place was rigged to be beyond creepy and I have to say, I was thoroughly creeped OUT!
After a delish lunch, we hit Tussauds where I hobnobbed with the rich and famous. Nealry got a date with Orlando Bloom too!

After Tussuads, we foudn another little pub and killed time until the show. yep, up in the nose bleed seats, I watched WICKED! What an awesome show!!! WOW! I wanna be on the west end now!

Anywho...

Ended the evening at the pub with a few more drinks. The world was a good and happy place.

Until...

This morning I was rudely awoken by some reprobate trying to break into my room. He had a crow bar and had forced the window open, fucking up the latch. Well, let's just say in my stupor I shouted at him to fuck off before falling out of bed to survey the damage. Jamie went back to sleep while I freaked out.
He made up for it by going out later and buying and installing new, better, stronger bolts onto my window.

I'm still going to move. Most definitely.