July 10th, 2007

moi

Still More Aggro...

I cannot beLEEVE that I got a threatening  letter from Lambeth council about my 'rent arrears' this morning! I never received any notification of this latest rise (of eleven quid a week!), and have been paying the sum I was told about in April, regularly.
Badness never ever lets up, and it so often feels that good stuff never happens.Is that just the depression talking? I honestly don't think so. I . do seem to get more than my share of shit. Finanacially, needless to say, I'm barely survivng now.How I'm gonna find all this extra rent money, I dunno Fuck, shit, etc.
I'm in the cootie cafe, with extra-enhanced back pain, and the snuffles. I've been sneezing like crazy. Fap...
The BB  Ziggy/Chanelle carcrash 'relationship'  has been reasonably amusing schadenfreude fodder, but it looks like they're just going to 'sensibly' forget all about it, now. 
The 'fake' housemate-from-Australia business is so far pretty dull Time for some more fighting, I think.Charley has been rather quiet..
When I get home, I am definitely going to do some sort of bloody 'pants' strip, although I've no ideas at all. That's after I get off the phone to the council, etc. etc...

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You're Pale Fire!

by Vladimir Nabokov

You're really into poetry and the interpretation thereof. Along the
road of life, you have had several identity crises which make it very unclear who you
are, let alone how to interpret poetry. You probably came from a foreign country, but
then again you seem foreign to everyone in ways unrelated to immigration. Most people
think you're quite funny, but maybe you're just sick. Talking to you ends up being much
like playing a round of the popular board game Clue.



Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.




Duh...I've never even read this book.
I'm not into poetry these days, although my doggerel about the beheading of John the Baptist won a prize in Seventh Grade!