bored now...

bored now, fucked off, still not wodged up with dosh. two bills coming up, managed to spend £100 on food for Christmas, ... at least all my presents are bought. If not wrapped. that's going to be a two bottle job.

still two days to go at work. bugger.

i am not working, i am not writing, i am not studying. i am not doing well at work. i have applied for another job for which i am if anything over-qualified, but i am yet to hear sod all.

is dosh, fame and a life of idleness really too much to ask? I'm asking.

see if I care

How do you accept rejection as a writer? I have a premonition that it's a skill that's going to take a lot of learning for me. I've started a new regime: five magazine article query letters a week. For one of them, I sent an email asking for the name of the appropriate submissions editor. When I got a very slightly puzzled/patient/pitying response back ... well, I won't say I was crushed. I'll wait for someone else to say that.

I am applying for a new job. Correct that: I should be applying for a new job. I have the application form - it is like a brick. Going to need a bottle to get through that baby. And maybe a jar of coffee too.

cuz i'm 'ardcore darlin'.

Do you think just turning up at the place I'm applying and doing a Yosser Hughes would work? Holding onto the M.D.'s ankles as he drags me along, snivelling 'Plleeeeeeeeeese! Pleeeeeeeeeese give me a job!'

leave it out Caff, she ain't worf it.

Does anybody else idolize Catherine Bennett? Does anyone else worship at her tiny little bovver-booted feet? Does anybody else even know who the heck I'm talking about?

The Guardian columnist! The one who puts the boot in like nobody ain't ever put the boot in before, of course!

Blair, the Tories, connoisseurs of prostitution, I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here - if Caff ain't put the boot into you, you ain't worf putting the boot into. And nobody puts the boot in like our Caff.

Go on, lass! Get in there! He's getting up again, get him in the ribs! Yeee-arrrrrrrrgh!