The thing that you guys don't know is that I also obtained some slower acting stuff from my Moroccan dude too (this works best in coffee), as such, come Friday, The Judge, bAckline, Greg and Scaramanga will be mine, all mine I tell you Muahuaua! (Not that I'm greedy or owt, but y'knaa, a girls gotta have a hobby an' that)

Shite, I've just realised that I've not paid old el Moroccan geezer, hopefully I'll make a good return on the video profits. Probably not though, the liklihood of anyone paying money for that crappy bunch of geeks is quite slim.

Last week was stressful, but cool. As it turns out the baddies thought I rocked, which made me feel good, a little bit of head-patting is always needed. Now it's like being in limbo, last week had been my main focus for quite a while. I think this week I'll look at more houses for next year and start thinking about what people might actually want for Christmas....tricky.

I saw Jay and Silent Bob strike back last night, it was quite funny, but a bit disappointing, I think I'd built it up for ages and it didn't live up to expectation. Weird thing is that I developed a teensy-weensie crush on Jay* in the film, this is worrying as I don't normally go for loud-mouthed stoners. I think I'll put it down to his relative innocence at certain points, either that or just that he made me laugh (boo-boo kitty fuck).

*Reminder: I must get out more before my mind permanently loses itself or volunteers itself onto a donar list.

F.A.O Spork: No, no, no, it is I who ruuuules m'dear. :p

I think I may be challenging Spork for her Queen of Forgetfulness crown, either that or I've discovered a new social phenomenon, where you turn into a ditzy tool when you are very overworked. Today I managed to lock my keys in my car outside of work whilst in the middle of a conversation, not only did I lock away my keys, but also my phone and my coat in baltic temperatures, brrrr. After running around like a spanner trying to get back into bearable conditions I managed to find a former (allegedly) hard-ass criminal who managed to break into my car in a matter of seconds. Now that's; 1) cool, because I didn't have to smash my car up (she doesn't deserve that), 2) Quite worrying.

Bizarro world, while writing this my brother has just phoned me, I haven't spoken to him for ages, and he's phoned of his own accord to say hello, no prompting and he's not asking for anything...aaaaaw, I feel warm and fluffy.

This weekend was good though, I was introduced to the wonders of 'Shrek', gigglesome-ly (it's a word) watched an excited bAckline open his birthday presents, and was entertained by spork and her boobs (thought I'd mention them as they are under-publicised at the mo) and scaramanga and the judge painting each others faces....I think this may be the start of something beautiful, aaah. I think I'll have to focus on the prospect of next weekend to get through the next 5 days, grrr, the dreaded baddies, trying to make you feel all paranoid about your abilities, but they shall not harm me, my wings are like a shield of steel.

Oooh, nearly forgot to mention, I think I've found a house to buy, it's really nice, but to make sure I don't wish I could turn back time again, I'll hang on a bit and think about it some more.

I've just realised 3 things:

1) This entry is very long. 2) I sound like I am depressed, but I'm definitely not. I'm just being thoughtful. 3) I have quoted a couple of very corny and nasty lines in this entry, and for that I am sorry, well, actually I'm not, but, hey, whaddaya gonna do? Huh, huh? ;)

Yeah, we've got the baddies visiting work next week, and everyone is going mental. Said baddies are going to see if we should have our arses kicked, which would probably do us some good....not me though, of course.....I'm puuuurfect, *mieow* (extra effect for no added cost). I'm trying, very badly, to stay calm, but when there are loonies all around you this becomes quite hard.

Well, in the wise words of....erm, some wise person, somewhere....a while ago, *ahem*; 'You can only do your best'. ............Indeed.

I was in Manchester today for a course that was actually pretty useful, for once. The potential boredom factor was reduced by the fact that I was with the Judge of Ruffneck and my mate Rich (he's the latest peeing-whilst-phoning-me culprit), oh yeah and someone else we knew turned up too. Aaaaw, it was just like old times. Revelling in nostalgia is always good, it makes you feel all warm and cosy.

Anyways, my adventures are far from over, so I must go and pack my thermals, if I see a polar bear....or penguins, I'll let you know (via my documentary, of course).

It has recently come to my attention that quite a few of my friends feel relaxed in my company, in particular, when they are on the phone. So relaxed in fact that they (well some of them) go to the loo when speaking to me. The only thing is that instead of being embarrassed after I have rumbled them when hearing the flush, they find this hilarious and giggle like little schoolboys. I don't know whether I should take this as a compliment (there are no barriers to our friendship etc), or be very worried (they don't give a shit.......boom, boom!), urunuh.

Discuss

On a lighter note, I had a nice long natter with my best friend from University last night, it's his birthday today, hehehe, what an old man! It was lovely to catch up with the old bugger and he had some interesting information. He recently bumped into someone I used to live with who was an absolute cow to me. As it turns out, it looks like all of her nastiness has come around and bitten her on the arse, as she has got a pants job (she always vowed that she would never live in London) and is unsuccessfully trying the old Dick Whittington thing. Not only that but she hasn't changed at all, which means her life will never improve as she doesn't know how to be nice/pleasant/funny/genuine/caring/loving etc. I feel quite sorry for her really, mindyou, I do feel better now, which in itself is pretty pathetic, because I shouldn't really give a shit.

Oh yeah, I nearly forgot. On Friday I managed to do an emergency stop outside work so that I didn't hit this little rodent runt in the road. The only problem was that in doing so I had held up a funeral procession behind me. Methinks that this MUST be the pinnicle of bizarre incidents that happen to me, and that life may become less surreal soon. So I've decided that in future you must now address me as; 'Ferret-Saver-Girl'(and FSG for short, Maam would do though).

Today I have decided that a bit of 'Save Ferris' in the car solves all, oh yeah, and a cool, big, fat, pink moon that is so close you could almost touch it. So, if you have also had a crap day, you now know what to do, go on, fill ya boots.