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My ex, yes, the one I split up with last year, the alcoholic one who went crazy and was hospitalised in Prague for 3 days, the one who owes me at least 2,000, the one who threw two printers at me and accused me of deleting parts of his never-to-be-published neverending book, the one who stole half my record collection and lost (?) my camera, the same one who destroyed my self-esteem and stole 9 years of my life, is doing 2 things that are massively pissing me off.

Firstly: Hes not paying me back the money he owes me, which we agreed he would do (before the printer-throwing and record-stealing incidents). I would really like to have absolutely nothing to do with him ever again for the rest of my life, but my financial situation is dire and I need this money, even at 100 a month as we agreed. He is ignoring my texts.

Secondly: A friend of mine tells me he is trying to befriend SGs from my friends list here, on Myspace. Why? It seems very sad to me, my friend Lou says its obviously because Ive made my own life, Im happy, and hes trying to get at me, possibly to do with me hassling him for the money. I would link to his profile but I dont want any sort of connection to him, dont want to give him the satisfaction. It makes me feel a bit threatened, I mean, I dont think hed ever join SG as he always used to slag it off, but the thought that he might, like the thought that he might move back to Brighton, really annoys me. Anyway, a brief description for those of you who might come across him: he goes by the username Ben (original), his profile pic has him wearing a cream/grey fur coat, hes got long blonde hair, and he likes most of the same stuff I like hence why he stole my records.

Grrrrrr. If I ever see him again I will punch him.

Anyway, it was good to get that off my chest. Rant over.

Fun update time now!

So, last week the ongoing saga of the broken boiler continued, they came to visit twice with little success (wrong parts, etc) and finally had it fixed today. So my flat is toasty and warm and I can once again dance around scantily clad, cook naked, etc.

I had my job interview in Haywards Heath on Thursday, the feedback was pretty good, but they have 4 more people to see this week and then I should find out next week. I really want this job, even though itll be very hard work.

And so, off I went to Leeds for the SGUK Invasion , where so many great things happened that I doubt I could remember or write them all down. So well have to go with highlights:

- Being tempted by air-rage when some off-duty pilot sitting next to me complained about my painting my nails, leaving me with only one hand painted, which is how they stayed all weekend, possibly making people think it was some weird emo-esque fashion trend. I did not kill him. But I should have.

- Only managing to knock over one glass of wine on Friday the rest of which shall remain a secret. Apart from the fact that I met a prostitute in the service lifts at 4am who had the nerve to comment on my messy hair and told me shed made 80.

- Dry Docks bangers and mash with the parsley. Mmmmm. And meeting all the lovely people.

- Walking for miles, in the drizzle, and nearly getting assimilated by the hordes of tiny Goths. Lots of little black spiders, they were.

- More food. Cute waitresses who couldnt pronounce Italian food names. And a snatch of conversation.
Hex: This girl at my school made a sex film with her boyfriend and it got out. I felt so so sorry for her
Me: Why, was she not enjoying it?

- Walking to the other side of Leeds again, and the Fab Caf, which was fab, but needed more amusements as I started flagging, so did many people. Made a lolly last a few hours, while being harangued for Thundercats porn and the destruction of innocence! And the Indiana Jones pinball didnt work. Boo! But danced to Aerosmith.

- Back across Leeds to the mighty Cockpit, where I danced like a Tasmanian devil till 2ish. Last girl standing, ha ha! And Creamy and Nonstops dance-off was legendary.

Sunday was a final reunion for waffles, mmmm waffles, and loud chat due to the almost complete deafness that the wall of speakers had induced in me, and then off to the airport and home. All in all an excellent weekend.

All the people were lovely! Thank you all for making my weekend the best one for ages. I wanted to put a comment on all your journals, forgive me if I havent yet, Im still recovering. I love you all lots and lots and cant wait to see you again!