Let's take it back to that old skool storytelling shit. Y'getme?

So... [just in case we haven't spoken for weeks or worse MONTHS]

I'm in love with Dizzee Rascal.

I have the job at the job centre [yay?] but there's no knowing when I'll officially start. I've been given numbers to ring [in Newcastle!] but they're mysterious numbers. They're either engaged or no-one ever picks up. There's no in-between. Several people at the job centre have said they had similar problems when they started working. Susie [an actual lovely, pretty, normal person working for the job centre. THEY EXIST!] told me that I might not even start working till the new year. WHAT?! I need money to buy velvet trousers and shoe-boots and a leather jacket and cream brogue flatties and sequinned hareems and gossip girl season two and curtains and a chaise longue and MORE TIGHTS. 

I desperately need a haircut. My hair has once again taken on the 'square bush' status that it is fond of and my oversized fringe is taking over my face. If I was operating heavy machinery it would be catastrophic.

I'm finding it a lot of effort to punctually reply to texts. IM SORRY.

Luna and BruceyBonus [My fish! Keep up..] are still alive, even if Luna does keep floating around at weird angles like she's about to snuff it. It's just because she's constipated and needs a big poo.

I miss a lot of things..like my voice on the radio <3