All the postmen and postwomen have cars.
Why are they so slow.
It’s not a very big town.
My Mum gets her post before I get mine, and she lives in the middle of a field.
I had to laugh and make sure she meant BN biscuits.
She’s a dumb dumb
Her name was Sox. When it came to finding the location of certain noises, she was such a dumb ass. Yet, when it came to stealing food off of our plates she was fucking brilliant.
Well. One day, just out of nowhere, she had a beyond intelligent moment. Between our fish tank and PC there was a gap big enough to fit a cat standing with her bottom near the tank and her face near the PC ____ Like so. I don’t know if it was out of boredom, her wanting to eat the fish or just to make us all laugh, but she decided to climb up the gap. Not jump onto the tank or PC desk… Climb up the gap. She put one front paw and one back paw at the ‘walls’ either side of her, and quite rapidly made her way up to the top of the fish tank.
I fucking wish I’d had a camcorder at the time because it never happened again, and it’s one of those moments that you have to witness to believe. It was like something out of mission impossible.
It still makes me giggle.
I miss my friends :(
I’ve had a reply. I must admit they’re responding a lot faster than I thought they would.
I did leave out that I’m living in fear in my own home, but it’s too late for that now.
Problem now is, they want me to phone them to discuss the matter further. Brilliant, apart from the fact that I’m a nervous wreck when it comes to talking to someone on the phone. I can only just manage phone calls with my parents, and even then it’s a simple yes or no answer from me.
I’m just wondering who you’d go to if you were in the same situation as me.
I’ve been in this flat for 4 months. In that time I’ve had a few problems with my downstairs neighbour.
- The volume of her music/TV. Particularly at night. Usually she’s done by 10pm. The issue has improved since I moved in, but it’s still a concern. She has them at such a volume that I, in my flat one floor up and one door across (if that makes any sense to you), can hear it word for word.
- The amount of weed she seems to smoke. Not just her, but the people living with her. I don’t really care that she smokes it, what she does in her spare time is her business and her business alone. The problem is, the smell. She’s smoking it so much that I can smell it in my flat. The first thing I smell when I wake up, the last thing I smell when I go to bed.
- She shouldn’t have that many people living with her. Her, her partner. Her daughter/son and their partner, and her grandson. There’s also possibly a dog involved, still not 100% on this. It’s a one bedroom flat as far as I’m aware.
- I know fire alarms are there for a reason. However, setting it off nearly everyday, sometimes 6 times within an hour, is a bit of a piss take. It’s driving me insane, and once summer hits I think I’ll have a mental break down of some sort due to increased levels of stress (my hours are gradually increasing and summer will be endless).
So, curiosity makes me wonder.
What would you do?
look at how frickin content this snail is with his little stick
i think we all need to calm down and look at this snail again
Oh my gosh people, be nice to your waiter/waitress, it’s not their fault that your food is cold or if it’s under cooked. Be nice to the cashiers who are still training and can’t ring up your items as quickly as you want. If a stranger smiles and says hello to you, smile and say hello back! It’s just common courtesy, I don’t understand why people have to be so rude.
I fucking trusted her with that phone, she promised me she wouldn’t go over her allowance.
A bill that was supposed to be £30 is £131.80…
My account is £70 overdrawn and I can’t pay my bills :)
I’d much rather remain on the sofa, listening to the silence around me. Being lost in my own thoughts is achieving more than a pointless shift of 2 hours ever will.
One of my colleagues has told another one of my colleagues that she has appendicitis, yet she’s still going to come to work tomorrow rather than going to see a surgeon.
But I don’t know what vegetables to use.
I really want to use sweet potatoes, but something about them makes me ill. I can’t prepare butternut squash because it reacts badly with my skin. Other vegetables are somewhat boring. I could use asparagus, but people will be so freaked out if they ask me what vegetables are in it, and I tell them ‘asparagus’.. That’d end so badly.
I love spoiling them.
Spent most of this weekend with Kyra, loved every second of it.
Looked after Ethan (his mum says ‘auntie stacey’), spoilt him.
I await the day I meet my nephew, Stephen. My brother is a daddy :0
Aaaaahhh I’m weird.