September 04, 2003
ok you can tip the bucket of shit anytime now - I am ready for it
I managed to get to see the gyminator, come home, snooze, fill out relevant paperwork, go to the ministry of doom (aka Jobcentre) courtesy of my neighbour, sign on, be collected by my neighbour, go for lunch with neighbour and her mum and sisters and now be back home checking my emails and it's barely 3pm and I don't have a hangover. And the sun is shining. And I have money in my purse. Hmmm *looks around*
3:02p.m.
and my toes
a brief run down.
do not covet wordly goods
jobbing
twats