traumatron

Deary me, sorry about the last dramatic journal- i shall be sure not be emotional again-it seems to keep you all away in droves.

Exuse me while i get back into happy-clappy performing monkey mode...

So then. Nic has something of an audition this evening, to do a little modelling for a local clothing store. So why not go over and wish her luck with that.

I've had a rough week, what with work and listening to peoples various mishaps and then following that up with a bit of a shite weekend.
Huh. wasn't such a jolly journal after all eh?

Still, i get paid tomorrow, and i'm going to see about getting my 250 deposit back from my old flat too.
Poppa needs some new shirts. And a haircut, come to think of it. Oh, and some spectacles. And a flat panel monitor. And...a washing machine. Yeah, i think that's about it.

Oh, some people apparently want to come and visit us down here in sunny brighton. Let us know when you were thinking of coming, and i'll let you know whether i want your filthy bodies littering my living room. I can bed two. 3 if one of you wants to be really uncomfortable.

So yeah. Pffft. Whatever.