it drives me absolutely mental...

when feck heads on the bus insist with sitting with their legs akimbo! It's always men and i hate them for doing it. It gives me such London transport rage when I sit next to an offender. What makes them think that just because they have a cock they deserve more room than anyone else? What else bother's me you ask? Well, that mad woman on the bus on Wednesday night who verbally assulted me for 15mins cause she thought I had 'tutted' as in 'tsk tsk' (for cdn peeps) I hadn't even said a word... freak. She screamed at me about how much of a pathetic low life loser I was... Hmmm. I just love the mad people I meet on the buses here.

Hazel is happily departing her tyrant of a work place. In less than a month now she'll be free to work for a more deserving and less horrible place than she is now. I curse those mean people who employ her now...

We're off to dinner tonight with Dan and Sal... Japanese is on the menu. We're going to that place I went with Dearbhla one night... that is of course if Sally's flight arrives on time... London is still reeling from the 3mm of snow that fell yesterday. Can you believe some people spent over 12h stuck on the M11 yesterday... OVERNIGHT in the dark with no food or toilet! WTF!?!?!?!

I hate it...

when she picks at her fruit while she eats it. It's all about breaking off chunks of it and eating it that way... not the normal way. She wont engage in the banana, no no, she's got to break pieces of if off and masticate every tiny little piece of it. It drives me mad. Just bite the damn thing! I think the way people eat banana's can say a lot about them... now i'm not talking Freud... it's just interesting. Life is always interesting in when you look at in under a microscope. So yea, the her I speak of eating the banana, is me, and i'm strange... I just can't help but eat them that way...

We are soon to have a new flatmate. Rent will be much lower, life a little easier. I'm pretty happy about it :)

Plans are a brewing for out holidays in June... Off to Malaga to bake my translucent coloured skin... I greatly fear that I will never come back.

Heard from my friend James today, his son is getting so big I cant' believe it. God it was just yesterday when I held him in my arms! Geesh I was only 18 then, hardly believe that.

Tis the season for job hunting, Sean's mission is looking quite promising. I hope he follows through with the gimmick thing and impresses that lady who's hiring... She seems to be freely contacting him which is a positive sign. He's so charming, how could she resist?

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