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I have an interview. THATS RIGHT i have a fucking interview. WOOOOO its for basically the same job i did before, working in a bookmakers (a betting shop, not a shop that makes books).

Yes its shit work, your basic clients are drunks and gambling addicts, neither of whom are very nice people, but its quite an easy job, not much to do a lot of the time. Its the only job where a manager has ever told me 'if they start trying to muck you about, just tell them to get the fuck out of the shop.

And im just happy because its a job. if i get it i will be fucking LOADED. well....richer than i am now anyway.

Tom is coming to stay this weekend, so we are going to sit and drink and talk about how girls are crap and people are bastards, and how we are wasting our lives and how no one recognises our full potential. I think we are also going to play with lego...sweet.

Anyway i have gone a FULL WEEK without smoking now. I dont know if i am giving up or not but i have spent this week not smoking and i feel a lot healthier. im going to try and stick to only smoking when i go out drinking...which isnt often.

I am also doing lots of exercise. My dad has one of his many spare racing bikes set up on a tredmill thing down in the shed, and so i spend about an hour each day sweating away on it, im feeling buff as a resultt...well...leg buff hahahaha