Angels and Devils

For the urge and other human needs let me tell you a bit more about angels and devils... just a quick one as this is the third post today and I really really need to get on with my work. K then. My nick is my devil. My thirst is my angel. And this is the pic, thanks go to Tom, my big hero and best mate, even miles away, with a big hug. You'll make it, though shit but I still can see your head!

Commuting

Nuff said:

http://www.mirell.org/swf/london_underground.swf

I can't feel you anymore

Hear me Out - Frou Frou

I join the queue on your answer phone
And all I am is holding breath
Just pick up I know you're there
Can't you hear?
I'm not myself

Well, go ahead and lie to me
You could say anything
Small talk will be just fine
Your voice is everything
We owe it to love
And it all depends on you

So listen up
The sun hasn't set
I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling
Just hear me out
I'm not over you yet
It’s love on the line, can you handle it?

So how do I do normal?
A smile I fake
the "per-ma-nent-way"
cue-cards and fix-it kits
Can't you tell?
I'm not myself

I'm a slow motion accident
Lost in coffee rings and fingerprints
I don't wanna feel anything but I do
And it all comes back to you

So listen up
"This" sun hasn't set
I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling
Just hear me out
I'm not over you yet
It’s love on the line, can you handle it?

Hear me out
Listen up
This time you gotta listen to me - yeah
Look at me straight
Just hear me out
Don't make me wait
I'm not myself
I can't take this
Love's on the line
Is that your final answer?

I join the queue on your answer phone
And all I am is holding breath
Just pick up, I know you're there...

So listen up
"This" sun hasn't set
I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling
Just hear me out
I'm not over you yet
It’s love on the line, can you handle it?

I can see clearly now the Rain is gone

So, I had the interview yesterday and left their offices with a "cool" gut feeling. My recruitment agency guy (who's a real eye treat!) talked to them this morning, apparently they liked me but want to wait for another applicant to come over from Germany - as we two were the only candidates that they're really interested in. Fairplay. Means I have to wait for about 2 weeks until he/she is through the process. Well then. Wish me luck guys.

Rotting away in Agony

So, this is it - will leave the office in a few minutes and go for the interview.

Mood slightly better, but still well pissed off with the male half of our planet's human inhabitants. Poor them. Will give CK a call if he still wants to come down to London this weekend to see me - suppose he's expecting some indoor and outdoor fun as we've been talking about that for ages now... will have to disappoint him tho. Not in the mood for another "girl meets boy" tragedy. As I said. I'd rather be rotting away in agony.

the Water is warmer around the Wise Man

So, yet another crap day, I really should get me head sorted at some point. Yelled my good old shagbud E but he's just outside London and can't cheer me up before the end of the week, bollox.

Went to Sakura in town, excellent food but they had the muppets out today. Our waiter (how about an English course) suggested we should stop ordering and eat the stuff he already had on his list. WTF? Ok we were well stuffed afterwards and didn't go for the noodles, but anyway. Twat.

Wish me luck for my lunch date tomorrow, it's about time for a change.

Not Addicted

So, this is it then, checked my horoscope over the weekend and it said: "Go get bitchy, tell him off, he knows he's a wanker and just waits for someone to speak up". As I was totally coked out my tree, I considered this as an excellent idea. Well it wasn't exactly, but anyway, it took me only 1/10 of a second to realise. Just after I hit the "send" button. Not that I really bitched (no swearing n dat) but I actually don't give a toss (I shouldn't, that is). Anyway, sent it off last night, I just hope he was right pissed off (what a nice way to start a new week, innit?). Spose that's it. Change of topic, kid, get a grip.

(mind)BLOW(ing)

As we topped up our stashes lately, I am regularly (daily?) tempted, and every now and then I'm having a quiet spliff in the back garden, not unnoticed by our neighbours. Anyway, so I did yesterday after coming home, but unfortunately my mate's arrived and took me out for a drink on the Sainsbury's car park.

The effects a tiny little spliff has on me these days is quite amazing. Thinking back when I was younger, I usually smoked an ounce per week, solids that is. A luxury life you might think but that's just one of the advantages having a trafficker as boyfriend (the other one is being fukin nicked off work, interviewed for hours and then walkin' off as there wasn't any evidence for them to keep me in. sigh.).

Well these days tho, being nearer to thirty than anything else I must admit my body (apparently) can't really handle soft drugs anymore. I sat around fekin paralysed (as it happened just 2 weeks ago at someone else's gaff, don't remind my of that, me silly cow). And the munchies. Sod it. I'll just go for the charlie in future, I might melt away my nostrils but at least I can get me mouth open...

On any given Thursday

The nearer we get to the weekend, the more likely it is I might end up drunk in a pub somewhere between the office and my gaff.

So, Thursday's the new Friday anyway, it's a lovely day, nananaaaa, will pick up my mate Knut soon-ish (for those who know him, yeh, no joke, he's seriously considering movin' over for job n dat) and bugger off for a chilled pint in a pub with a view. It bolloxish hot!

Anyway, slightly better day today, even had a nice chat with my boss, shedloads to do, feckin work is piling on my desk. Better go now.

Bad Hair Days

Seriously, these full moon days seem to affect me, I had a day from hell!

So everything started when I came in, well worried about Mr. Serious and whether something happend to him - so all I could think of was phoning up his office expecting someone else picking up the phone just to tell me he died/got sacked/had an accident or whatsoever. Surprise surprise when I had him on the phone. Blimey, didn't expect that - I completely freaked out, panicked, mumbled "soz wrong number" and hung up. Fuck that, w*nker! You just officially promoted me, I now am a stalker, or what? Jeez louise I feel well silly.

Anyway. Had to be at the Lydia Clinic in the afternoon for some embarrassing questions. Fuck knows how many sexual partner I had the last 6 months! Casual? Ah, yeah! And yes I think I could get in contact with them, just in case... If I really have to? Anyway, a few hours later I went off there, it's all good.

Just to come back to the office in time for a meeting... one of my work mates to be sacked. Thanks. Love those meetings.

And, for the icing on the cake, the guy from Sunday (the one who chatted me up) phoned me up in the evening. No, I won't date you!!!

You see. Some days are well shit. Pity me.

With an Eye to Detail

Being chatted-up is actually a nice thing - and as it happens, sometimes the bloke(s) are even not too bad, until...

... I realised that this one from last night wasn't only wearing white shoes (a definite NO GO, EVER), no, at some point he started opening the buttons on his shirt. YUK. I don't want to see your hairy chest, thanks!

... or, an all-time favourite, the bloody overstatements. You have a flat in Notting Hill you're renting out but you live in Tooting Bec in a flatshare? Yeah right. You were a lawyer in the City but decided to take on a more challenging position, and until you find it you're not working... guess on the dole then?

... always a pleasure, the mates. No, I didn't notice them pulling faces, or mentioning "the mark" (which could be either the mark out of 10, or the amount of pints they'd have to drink before they'd even consider shaggin me). Aaaargh just FO and DIE.

... very nice, the phone calls. Not interested in mom's diseases!

Considering... being chatted-up is crap. Leave it!

I don't know better...

... I'm not English!

My latest amazon-shopping trip ended just today with the delivery of Kruder & Dorfmeister (The K&D Sessions) and Kate Fox' "Watching the English". I was intrigued by the subtitle:

The Hidden Rules of English Behaviour

Close friends keep telling me I'd sometimes behave very odd or even rude, and I've noticed before that people seem to be put off by things I say or do (that are perfectly normal in the world I used to live), so I decided to give it a go with Kate's guide, hoping for enlightenment.

My dear friends, you guys are seriously weird! Talking about the weather (what English always do) isn't really talking about weather but some sort of a chatting-up line?

I now completely understand the guy's embarrassed face after this short conversation.

He smiled at me: "Cold day today, isn't it?" I smiled back: "Minge!"

Rule Number 1: Never disagree! Rule Number 2: If you disagree, start with "Yes, but at least it's not raining" If it is raining, see rule no. 1.

There are several other rules when talking about the weather (which actually isn't talking about the weather, but more a start to some sort of conversation hinting to the fact that one's interested in talking to the other person. phew.) I (shock horror) didn't follow any of the rules, naturally. So for the non-english, this is the translation of the convo above:
He smiled at me: "Hey, you're round here very often?" Me, smiling back: "Fuck off"

There you go! It's not easy round here!

a girls night out

My best girlie mate is coming over to see me this weekend, I'm thrilled to put her up the best weekend ever - shouldn't be too difficult as she's grown up just a few miles from where I used to live and believe me, the nightlife isn't worth the name.

Sooooooooo I'm seriously considering taking her to Ministry of Sound (as I can get that lovely card giving me access to the VIP area. ha.) on Friday and The Cross on Saturday night, with some hardcore-shopping on Saturday afternoon and a visit to cosy EastEnd on Sunday just before she'll be flying back home.

Sounds good? I seriously have lost all objectivity and appreciate any comments... TA folks!

My Top3 of the Week

Easy as:

1. Kruder & Dorfmeister, Bug Powder Dust

2. Lamb, Gabriel

3. Urban Species, Blanket

... and the disc is looping and looping and looping...

Insomnia

So I went to see the reason for my sleepless nights, and Lord you all know me and my rude behaving when I'm up for no good (it's me, the nike spot, aka pitbull).

So when I finally got there (well nervous anyway but this isn't a bad thing really) I told myself to take it easy n dat, and what happened? I was fucking paralysed. Me!?

Sorry my language but this is fucking weird. Not sure wheter good or bad, just weird. So I'll have to wait a few days (ha! easy!), will try to get my head sorted in the meantime (yeah right) and then... what??? /me is confused.

N*U*M*B

my phone's working (oh my cod fish I love it) but today I managed to get a virus, whoohoo, didn't I always kick the dumbasses spreading that shit as their IQ is most probably lower than a glass of warm water?

So there we go, I made it, my work pc is buggered. And I feel well stupid. ME havin a virus on my PC, yeah right! Argh... But I loved this comment:
"silly girl..."

You have no idea, luv!

*geek*

I always celebrated myself as a technic freak and geek, be it phones, stereos, video players, cams, you name it.

So my new phone arrived this morning -whoohooo-, with video calling and loads of other stuff no one really needs, and guess what! Within 20 minutes only I managed to block my phone with 3 wrong PIN entries. Yup. I still insist this must be a software bug. Bugger!

Pure Desperation

Working with my current employer makes me physically sick. Every single day. I just can't see my boss' face anymore, I'd rather neck Cyanide (spelling?) than working any longer for him.

The bad thing about it, my colleagues are well cool - and I can't really let my boys down, can I?

As I promised to pop in every few weeks just to pick them up and take them out for a pint or eight, I feel less guilty and finally really started looking around... will let you know. Gis this brain some food, I'm dying of boredom.

We are getting there!

OMG. It's going to be this Sunday. Will travel South to see him! If nothing else happens of course, I can't believe it 'till I'm there but anyway, I'm well nervous already and running circles in my head... Wish me luck everyone. I know, I know, everything happens with a reason, but anyway...

Good Intentions...

... not the Somerfield soft shite of course, it's rather me trying to find a non-sucidal lifestyle.

To keep a long story short, been marching on the lines for 48 hours which means another weekend without food or any other proper nutrition.

Moreover, Mr. Serious (we all remember Mr. Big, don't we, so yes, pun there we go) seems to be on a mission still and all the "not Mr. Right but Mr. Right Now" bore me to death (although the yells and text keep me entertained and it's still nice to know there's somebody interested, even if in a drink, a hug and a shag only).

Remember a mate telling me about the real meaning of life: "It's all about the chase, darling". He's very close me thinks, what's even more worrying I might start playing this game and I'll be well crap.

The Saffa Bug

Once bitten, forever smitten - got back from South Africa just a few days ago, with my head still in the sky and somewhere in Jobi - definitely the best city I've ever been to (apart from London... well... deuce!). I instantly fell in love with the City of Gold - and the City of Golden Cages.

Arriving in South Africa was weird. After flying for 10 hours all the way down to the Southern hemisphere, to the almost most southern point possible, in Africa which I expected to be (at least partly) a 3rd world country (oops that's not politically correct anymore?) - I arrived in Cape Town, which reminded me of Spain. Well weird!

Driving to Mossel Bay (the official start of the famous Garden Route) was finally bit more "african", or at least "african in a way I expected it" but still... it didn't feel like being on a different continent. Everything changed (after seeing Mossel Bay and Jeffrey's Bay, Knysna, the Tsitsikamma Nationalpark and P.E.) with the arrival in Durban. We couldn't help playing "spot the White" and some areas were well dodgy, I didn't feel scared but I never let my guard down...

A short visit in Pietermaritzburg for far too many cocktails (someone found a memory? I don't have one... ooops) and soon after the flight to Jobi, yup, the place I fell in love with. Anyone got a job to offer there? Wouldn't think twice!