I've finally got a job, eeeeee. After 19 years.

Now I work in an recruitment agency, which is like a real job only with less respect and commitment. So far I've been a temp at waitressing and warehouse packing, yippee. I wish I'd stayed at home, it's rubbish. But I'm slightly richer now.



BAD THINGS ABOUT HAVING A JOB
-weddings and wedding guests
-burns
-the constant fear of dropping food over someone's lap/head/wedding dress
-putting small boxes into bigger boxes, and nobody knows why
-walking through leftover food sludge
-the leprosy, I had beautiful hands and now look at them
-the exhaustion
-being stuck in a warehouse full of men's shoes, which are really boring
-everything

GOOD THINGS ABOUT HAVING A JOB
-THE MONEY
-I got to dress like a waitress and work in a nice house


But won't be doing it much longer! University soon! I am terrified. Next time I write on here I'll probably be living off beans on toast. Hopefully I will meet a bunch of crazy fine artists and we'll start a revolution.

Went on my hols a while ago too, and I went HERE!



Artist Damien Hirst's trendy restaurant, it was in the Devon seaside town we stayed in. Ooo la la. We could afford a few glasses of wine and an oyster, and that was all. I hope that one day I'm as disgustingly rich as him. It rained the entire week, what the fucking fuck is wrong with the weather? Ate my own body weight in fudge.

I also went to Wales to meet my better half's family, we went camping. Well, we stayed in a tent on the garden. Had the most brilliant boat race, my boat got lost though. It was an egg.



Read Mr Pye, it's a really good book. Managed to get the DVD from Sebastian Peake too, but I was almost more excited by the fact I have a handwritten note from MERVYN PEAKE's son. WOOHOO! I might get it framed.



That is pretty much everything I've been doing, although I am hungover, half asleep and have probably forgotten all the interesting details.

GLORIOUS PEOPLE!