I'm not happy at all. And this isn't my usual moany-style unhappiness, this is an actual lack of joy. Can't be bothered to type up again, marvel at my sloppy grammar as I copy and paste an MSN messenger conversation:
right ok, first off, im fuckin hungry, but i dont have much food. i WELL want a chinese, but i doubt anywhere will deliver a single portion of sweet n sour chicken with rice. so fuck.
secondly, while im at home in eltham, my car is currently parked in bromley, being a shit shit car and not moving. with parents away, i have no fucking clue what to do about it
thirdly, our fridge broke. i was supposed to put it out the front on wednesday so someone could come and remove it. i forgot, so my parents will be angry. also, jenni convinced me to bring home an old sofa we saw in the street, so i have to get rid of that as well now (but i have to admit, i didnt take much convincing).
fourthly, a replacement fridge was supposed to be coming yesturday and it just didnt.
fifthly, i dont want an office job, but in a week and a bit, i start a proper 9 - 5, monday - friday job in an office in london with numbers and shit and i hate myself for it
so all in all: fuck.
Then, after a little attempt at problem-solving the first point, I had this epiphany:
fuck, i just realised i dont even have any money.
Then I mumbled something about killing myself... Over-dramatic as always.
Bah.
Holly is coming to bring me chinese now, so I am marginally less grumpy.
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