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Current Music:I Believe - some old codger
Subject:The MK Squirrel Murderer writes
Time:02:16 pm
Current Mood:guiltyguilty
Good things: New job smugness, my cats, John, good people, Orson Welles, sausage and mash

Bad things: I feel really horrible this afternoon. at lunchtime, I was driving, and suddenly I saw something which looked like a pile of dead leaves floating in front of my car and towards the front wheels. Then I heard this awful sound and I did a U-turn at the next roundabout to find out what on earth that was. My worst fears were confirmed when I saw I had just run over a squirrel. It upsets me enough seeing already dead animals on the road, never mind something for which I was responsible! I am horrible.
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Current Music:Keane - office CD not mine
Subject:see subject of previous entry!
Time:01:20 pm
Current Mood:excitedexcited
Good Christ! The deputy editor of the Northants Evening Telegraph rang me during my lunch break and offered me a six-month trial starting tomorrow!

I had an interview at that place in June, but was unsuccessful. I emailed her again a while ago because I was in the Kettering area and I was at that stage devoid of shame and didn't care about the previous rejection.

This time I was lucky.

I am a clever half a lemon.

And I love Orson Welles, because I think looking at pictures of him brings luck.

And I think I got offered the job because I am wearing my lucky shirt, which I wore when I passed my driving test. It is pink and white striped. Kandystriped. :-)
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Current Music:Kenickie - The Peel Sessions
Subject:"Nothing is too beautiful to be true" - Michael Faraday
Time:11:17 am
Current Mood:crappycrappy
At 7.20am, we suddenly realised we'd extended our lie-in longer than we should have and I began to panic. John said: "I really fancy ringing in sick this morning, I feel terrible. How about we both ring in sick? What do you say?"
Me: "Hmmm. No, I can't really. I wouldn't get paid and I can't afford to take the time off."
John: (sigh) "OK. You're the sensible one."
I feel really dull and crap now. I certainly regretted my decision as I drove through horrendous traffic from Kettering to MK and, when I finally got to work, late, bumped into racist prat tenant as I came in.
I am sick of feeling so uninspired. I feel like I need to do something. For starters, I messed up my degree a bit and really want to do another one, or maybe a postgraduate course, cos all of a sudden I have rediscovered a love of reading and being a girly swot again for the first time since I was 13/14. (Plus I feel like a failure and fuck-up!) I also really want to travel, but how do I get the money, time, resources, support? Am I just afraid of the unknown and keep finding excuses not to do things? Or is it just that life always throws obstructions and generally sucks shit from a dead dog's arse? Oh yes, my sleeping behaviour is getting stranger. Added to screaming in my sleep, I apparently sat up bolt upright at 1am, pointed at the window and shouted: "Look out there!" Scared the life out of John, who thought we were being burgled or raped or murdered or something! Doesn't help John, who's an insomniac anyway! Oh dear. I feel like I need to make over my life. I like what I have, but I just feel ... I don't know. Something.
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Current Music:Eternal Flame - The Bangles (not my choice)
Subject:"Keep on sleeping through the poignant rain..."
Time:01:47 pm
Current Mood:chipperchipper
Got a call from the editor of the Peterborough Evening Telegraph. "I think you join our team ... only you have just been pipped at the post. But there is very likely to be a job going in January, so I will probably call you again then."

Weeellll ... OKish I suppose. I wasn't a total fuck up at the interview like I thought!

Chin chin!
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Current Music:you Took The Words Right Out Of My Mouth - Meat Loaf
Subject:"I've got a Porsche! Nyahahaha!"
Time:11:19 am
Current Mood:blahblah
Drove up to Ketterwring!!! (I cannot say that name without pronouncing it in a Rik from the Young Ones accent) last night, so a night of snuggliness, cake, pizza and wine was to be had. Watched the Scumbag College episode of the Young Ones before our brand new, sleek, glowingly blue DVD player decided to go shag itself and spewed out our DVD, damn! Also fashioned a lemon into the shape of Zippy's head last night - methinks I need to get out more. :-D
A tenant brought in a lovely bag of dog poo for us this morning because her next door neighbour threw it into her garden. Noice.
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Time:04:49 pm
Current Mood:apatheticapathetic
You are Mary Bell.
You are Mary Bell. At the ripe old age of 10 you
strangled a neighbor boy, afterwhich you carved
your initals into his skin. At his funreal you
laughed. Your next victim was a 3 year old. You
pushed him off the roof, resulting in a broken
skull. After he was found you went to his
mothers house and asked to see him, she replied
tha t he was dead. You smiled brightly and said
'Oh, I know he's dead. I wanted to see him in
his coffin."
You horrid little girl you.
-smacks your hand-

Which Imfamous criminal are you?
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I'm just horrid!
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Current Music:Earth Wind and Fire - Boogie Wonderland (oh yes)
Subject:Head like granite
Time:10:46 am
Current Mood:ditzyditzy
Ever have one of those days where whatever you read does not sink in at all? Like your eyes don't focus on the screen and your fragile leetle mind absorbs nil? And your brain's made of wood? I have to do a Freedom of Information tutorial thingy otherwise I get in twubble with the council but try as I might, I cannot focus on the damn thing. Maybe cos it's dullsville. The council kicked out a load of squatters today. This entailed the services of the Bastard Army: a tribe of policemen, housing officers, a bailiff and a carpenter (Perhaps that was a Christian symbol, though whether it there to show forgiveness and kindness, or that we were performing some sort of Gotterdammerung like act I don't know). Fortunately for them, said people were out of their heads and didn't put up too much of a fight. Evictions rule.
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Time:04:51 pm
You're a very complicated person, perhaps
interested in poetry or having depth to your
character. You're intelligent and open-minded,
although you're practicality and artistic
temprement can grow tiresome. You rock and

Which band are you most like?
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Current Music:The Who Who song - Jackie Wilson
Time:02:48 pm
Current Mood:bitchybitchy
For God's sake, I can't believe some people. One tenant came in saying she was having problems with her neighbour. Her housing officer spoke to the department dealing with neighbourhood nuisance before going back to her. when told she wouldn't be able to get a transfer to another property, the woman, sitting in the middle of the reception room, started shouting about how the council only gives properties to "those foreign C***s" and various other racist comments I can't be bothered to repeat here. Sadly, there are so many fully-grown people like her around who delight in racially abusing people and bullying the elderly, disabled and vulnerable, blaming their problems on everybody but themselves.

I hate them!
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Time:09:49 am
Current Mood:accomplishedaccomplished

Stamford: Small, with streets and roads much too narrow to take traffic. Parking was a nightmare. Once I was out of my car and had a chance to look around, I really liked it. Very pretty with really nice pubs. I bought a copy of the Stamford Mercury (the country's oldest newspaper, and looks it!) and two books from a second hand bookshop, then had the interview. It seemed to go very well, sounds like a nice job, covering Rutland and being pretty much my own boss. The readership of the paper is "conservative with a small c", I was told. But then The Editor said that if I worked full time I would still not be earning as much as I was at The Citizen (which was 14K), and of course I have to take into account the fact that its only a three-day-a-week position. Hmmm. How does one go about finding a job for two days a week that pays a decent wage that would help cover my living expenses - say £7 an hour? Without resorting to advertising my services in phoneboxes and the classifieds section of course, ho ho. Can this task be done? I also have an interview with the Northants Evening Telegraph next week - they rejected me in June so God knows what they want to speak to me again for - but it sounds promising.  

It's ever so nice having My Boy living nearer to me. He started at Corby Community College yesterday. The kids there are notoriously badly behaved and from a rather deprived area, 75 per cent of pupils are registered with special educational needs (ADHD, just being little gits, etc.). I hope he'll be OK! I helped him unpack all his stuff and we have cleaned the house from top to bottom so it looks very groovy, now we just need something in the front room to sit on (apart from a collapsible camping chair).

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