So my fabulous and crazy neighbour is moving to far off and distant lands (well, the other side of Preston anyway) and my mother rings and asks me if I want her old cutlery and crockery… All this means only one thing.
I want to move too!
Don’t get me wrong I love living in this flat. I adore my housemates and have even come to fall in love with the world’s smallest kitchen. I want to take this flat and turn it into a house. Idea number one is take over flat downstairs (money stands in the way of that) and, of course, the second plan is to find another house (same problem) It would be lovely if I could just… open the door and find a suitcase full of money… or even get a job that would enable me to do data entry (or similar) 18 hours a day (leaving the four hours I already work and an hour break here and there… sleep is for other people).
I feel quite certain that I may never see more than 3 digits in my bank account again. I also feel quite certain that I may never get a job that pays me enough to live. At the moment my job (which I love) pays me minimum wage, which as we all know is enough to exist… just about…
Tonight is female housemate’s first (of two – I do not live with a baby) birthday do (drinks at pub). I have no money so am at home with my blog and MusicRivals and Empire Records(which if you don’t know is one of the greatest films known to man… or maybe just me…). Anyway the film is the reason for the title… the song won’t leave my head. Dammit.
I am so bored! Even the film isn’t raising my spirits. I just want to DO SOMETHING! But can’t… Oh the sweet misery. (Yes, even I am rolling my eyes)
So, to crazy ex-neighbour I say I love you and will miss you insanely. Don’t be a stranger.
Right. I am going to watch the film and then drink many cups of tea and then, oh I don’t know, take over the world.