Quite uninteresting but sometimes funny…

I have written about it before, and now I write again, Wife Swap is the best reality show EVER! Me n AJ have been watching episodes at channel4.com all weekend. My fav is when they have one posh house and one pikey one. Yesterday I saw an episode with a proper chav woman all dressed in Burberry with dodgy hairextensions and an ugly facelift that was put in a home of eager Labour supporters and hell broke loose, haha!

Rulechange day rules!

And just so you dont think I only sit in watching telly, I am going back to the gym tmrw (bout time!) and going to Jons play next week, hurra!

Hope ya all had a nice weekend!

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Just got an answer from one of the jobs I’ve applied for and that was the only job I was quite sure I could get at least an interview forbut nooo…my application was not successful. Hurrah…I feel so alive. This year has been rather shitty, Ive managed to loose two jobs within 7 months, so big congrats to me.

Yesterday dear IL came by and we discussed 2009 and we both agreed that 2008 was STILL a shittier year. Last year was shit and not only for me, but for everyone I know. If I would ask a random friend of mine there is a 99% chance that that person has marked 2008 as a black year in their history. It is for me at least. People died, committed suicide, jobs where lost, people broke up etc etc, no 2008 was a shit year.

2009 have been quite alright, except for the job thing. I wonder how I will get out of this mess.

Yesterday we also discussed having kids. Now, I’m 23 and have never been interested in having kids, thats just not my kind of thing, BUT when I saw AJ with his 4yr old niece the other day i kind of thought “wow, he would be a really good dad” and I know that when you think like that about your boyfriend, then you are def getting old. It SCARES the shit out of me, who the hell has kids at 23? Well quite a few I would imagine, but this is ME we are talking about! Lucky for me, Im not pregnant and I will keep on not being pregnant as long as possible.

At your service, still not knocked up, this is P. Kay signing out today.

Cheers

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So Bob, youre a friend of AJ’s then? That would explain quite a bit. I was only joking of course! Ive never been a lesbian, but at the same time I dont really care if people thought I where either. It doesnt matter to me.

My new jobapplication was hardly for MI5, but something much more relaxed and fun. They did call me, the guys up at MI5, when they heard that I was out of a job, but I turned them down. I mean, earn shitloads of money for traveling around the world killing spies it just doesnt do it for me. Plus Im a bit on the bigger side now, so I dont have the enegry to climb walls and stuff. I just rather sit at home watching Derren Brown eating homemade apple pie. Or something. No wonder Im fat, haha!

Now, the job hunting continues!

Cheerio!

P

Went out for a walk in the supposedly beautiful weather. Little did I know that while I was doing the washing up etc from yesterday the sun had slowly dissapeared and been replaced by clouds. So after walking by the river for nearly 30min, the rain started pouring down and I had to walk back for 30min in the rain without an umbrella. My jacket has a hood on, but unfortunately its one of those fashionable hoods which means that they look good when down, but when you pull them up they are totally useless blowing off all the time, not properly covering your head so you end up holding it with both hands while swearing lika sailor.

Rewarded myself with hot chocolate when I got home soaking wet (and no Bob thats not a dirty joke).

Now, the kittens are still alive and I have just applied for my first job! So big congrats to myself, well done!

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ps To Bob you dirty man: I have left my lesbian days behind me thank you very much! I am now super straight with my superstraight boyfriend, I promise!

Dream that I made a Swedish cheesecake and that it was delicious eaten with kitten. Dead kitten. So right before I served mself and AJ a piece each I casually cut the head off Stewie (my cat) and chopped his body in pieces which I put ontop of the cheesecake. Then AJ came an and started yelling at me and I started crying because I realised that I could have just killed another kitten instead of Stewie.

Then I woke up of Stewie miaowing loudly in my ear before setteling down next to me purring. I was freaked out the whole morning. It was one of the sickest things I ever dreamt! I still feel a bit queasy to be honest. Urgh!

Other news, Im finally updating my CV today and therefor start looking for jobs today. I also am excitedly awaiting Jons next play to which I will go with IL and then get properly pissed afterwards. Its probably the best plan ever.

I havent been out drinking lately and its mostly been because Ive been depressed over the whole job thing, but now I feel a lot better. Just last week i had two pints in the middle of the day all by myself! (Dont know if thats sad or not) I was supposed to take a walk, but I happened to go by the Dukes Head and it was a very sunny day and I had a book with me and thought, why the hell not?

Im on my way out for a walk now, but because i now only have £15 to live on a choose not to go by the Dukes Head. Or any other pub for that matter.

Cheers

P

ps I have found the solution to not going to ASDA! Onlineshopping with home delivery! Just bought food and stuff for like £100 online and it will all be delivered to the cost of £3.50, pretty nifty huh? “I love technology” as Kip would say!

Ha! Managed to get a free lunch today! Was supposed to meet up with IL today but we cancelled at last minute. Like 5min after I cancelled with IL, I got a call from Mike who wondered if I was up for lunch at the pub. Mike nicely enough paid for it because I now have only £20 left to my name. It was like a date but with a friend, haha! I dont know Mike that well, but he is at least as nerdy as I am, so we have always gotten along good (like he’s started jousting training now which I think is cool but “normal” people probably wouldnt). So thank you Mike for lunch!

Yesterday I ended up at Nandos, its my kind of secret fav. I love Nandos but it can be a bit pikey. Regardless, me and AJ managed to get 4 beers and food for £30, not bad at all! I almost got excited over their loyalty card and by then I knew it was time to go home.

Today I should have written my CV, but instead i choose lunch, a bit of cleaning up and then watching “The Nephew”. “The Nephew” is about a grumpy slightly racist man living on a small island outside of Ireland when his nephew (thereof the name, very clever!), the son of his dead sister, comes along and “shakes things up in the village”. Not only because he’s black (oh, no!) he’s also American and have dreadlocks (the horror!) and of course he falls in love with the pub owners daughter which is not liked at all by her father or “Uncle Tony” the grumpy man. The pub owner happens to be Pierce Brosnan and him and Uncle Tony has a 25yr old feud going on. Its well worth watching if you want some sort of sloppy drama with small village changed by newcomer. The winningvpoint is the irish accent they all have. Though I think that if one would go to a small Irish island, one would not understand a word of what they are saying. Ive been to the Irish countryside and even though my english is quite good, sometimes i couldnt understand a word. Ah, Ireland! Come to think about it, its incredibly easy to not write your CV sometimes. I need to get a grip!

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Bob’s getting it going oo-on!

So lunch went fine. And thats all I have to say about that.

Anyways, Im meeting up with dear Xander today to get some dodgy deliveries delivered. What am I talking about? Cocaine of course! Or maybe not. I happened to order a couple of books and one other item before I lost my job and did as I usually do, got them delivered to the office so instead of getting up early on saturday and stand in line at the post office as i would have to otherwise, I could just get them directly.

The books where from Amazon so just a normal packet. Now the other item was a present I bought for my dear friend IL. That was sent in a brown envelope with a discreet logo. I think you can imagine what whats in that package. Which kind of company would need discreet logos when they send out deliveries?

Now, if i would have still worked there, noone but me would have looked closely on the package but me, BUT because I was made to leave, the deliveries  got there afterI left so you can imagine that I suddenly started to panic a bit about this. I mean, yeah I didnt got to keep my job, but I didnt want to totally make a fool of myself (as i so often do anyway). So, I txted Xander who still works there and is still a friend of mine. He promised to take the packages and give them to me later on. Unfortunately there was one guy on the team that thought that the package looked quite dodgy and therefore googled the sender address and got a very big hint about what was in there. So suddenly my silly birthday present for IL had turned in to something rather humiliating to laugh about around the office I used to work. Great. Thats just great.

I think my self esteem just died a little.

I need beer and lots of it. I need alpine lager. IL, yaknowwhatamtalkingbout! You me and lots of lager! Or you and me and lots of wine at STRADA. Whatever you and me and lots of alcohol.

Thank you goodnight

P

Absolutley nothing happend…or did it??

So I never went to either party last night. AJ wasnt feeling to well and someone has to hold is hair up when he snogs the toilet.

Waiting for AJs mother now. The whole family plus myself are going out for lunch and Im all dressed up. I have a strange feeling of going to church which I can only explain as going to church would make me a bit uncomfortable because I think I will mess it up and be rude and disrespect the church goers (im not in to religion myself, but I do respect other peoples beliefs). I know Im probably just making it sound worse than it really is, but the get to know the parents never really stops being awkward, does it?

Oh, well…

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Had btw a visit from British Gas yesterday, for a meter reading. Unfortunately the guy decided to turn up at 9.30 in the morning while I was still in bed so I got up with my hair sticking out from my head in weird angles and only put on a robe. The guy looked a bit surprised to see me like that and afterwards I looked in the miror realising I looked like a crackhead. The whole thing remined me of a similar thing that happened when I lived in Stockholm.

Back in the day I lived with a guy named Tor and one of my best friends Frida who happened to be Tors girlfriend as well. Anyway, cut a long story short, the people owning the house we lived in sent around a guy to look at all ovens in all the flats to see if they where up to a certain standard etc. We had gotten a note about this but I had totally forgotten about it. So that morning Tor went off to work while Frida and I stayed in. When the doorbell went off I was still asleep (had been out drinking the night before…) so I didnt know who it was and all i could find to put on was a minimal towel. It was so tiny that if i would have bent over just two centimeters, anyone watching would have seen my…well you get the idea. So anyway, i opened the door and the first thing that the guy (he was around 25 maybe) says is “dra på trissor!” which is like saying “jeez lousie” or similar. About that time Frida yelled “who is it honey” and came out in the hallway wearing only a duvet. Needless to say the guy was quiet for quite some time before he started talking about gas ovens, haha! It only got worse when he realised that there was a guy living there as well with two girls apparently walking around naked in the middle of the day. Aw, he was sweet!

Ah, the memories!

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