A Leaky Cake

Simone: Is your bathroom sponsored by Tampex?
Cohen: SORRY I bleed.
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Kings Ransom

My sobriety has been foiled. Just as well I should end my week drunk off my ass.

I spent the last two days being academicy and flat hunting. It's almost certain now that I am south London bound. Yes it's further out than I would prefer but then so is Gonzo's nose and he's an internationally recognised puppet.

I also did not get to celebrate Thanksgiving yesterday and actually did not care. You can tell something is up?

Now home to Dickens and cake in a mug! Oh and more importantly, a wet and mouldy bathroom ceiling.
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Vision of Soundness

I'm laying in my bed under the duvet in the dark, wrought with anxiety over presenting at tomorrow's Neonatal Society Meeting and where next the leak in my bathroom (and now hallway) ceiling will drift to...as well as wondering if Lady Gaga will ever leave my ear canals.


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A Running 'stocking Affair

Quite strange in the I've got scissors for hands,-Edward Scissorhands-, way to be spending an entire weekend at home. I've been rather kinetic the last several weekends that it is almost appealing to know I don't have to worry about the time on the clock and when the next bus/train is leaving. However, I've got so many damn things to get on with (work, domestic, personal, etc) that its a bit overwhelming to be where there is no noise to drown out the concerns which always pertain to weekday activities...maybe I should take to Pippi Longstocking as a role model. Dye my hair red, grow it further for pigtails, get myself a horse, and run around London calling anyone in an 'overcoat' a Governour and saying something irrelevantly insulting about the individual's appearance. This begs to question...what would I name my horse? Oh the conundrum! I may as well just lay in my bed listening to the London Philharmonic lay on the Mozart cheese to my balls.

Since I last posted something thorough I've gone many ways in the same direction or what one may call 'pissing the time away.' Why did Chumbawamba just crash into my head? Why does anything happen in my head? Who the hell knows...

RIGHT:

1. Saw Marie in Paris the weekend of 1st November.
a. I just love my Marie so much, she looks great, has a great flat, and she cooked curry for me.

2. Came back to no electricity (took 2 weeks to sort it all out) and to be divorced by Marie on Facebook (bitch).
a. I luckily had awesome aim. And I only today discovered what the problem was...water built up in the bathroom light fixture from the condensation....I NEED TO MOVE.

3. Booked Lady Gaga tickets for a bunch of people including my favourites of Simone and Sophie...yay February. Maybe I can wear my Pipi outfit to the concert but make it more avant garde by throwing a runover badger across my shoulders.

4. Saw Guy Fawkes fireworks at Blackheath and met some interesting people in Deptford (South East London) while hanging out with my lovely friend Rachel...fireworks are never the same as the ones in your head, like the ones I envision any time I consume cake.

5. Made travel plans for January (Glasgow), February (Paris) and March ( DR).
a. This should keep the noises of responsibility from becoming too loud.


Don't think I will have many non crazy weekends after this one until mid-December...and even then so much to do before a run off to New York. YIKES!!

How fair is it that my mom is in sunny Aruba right now as I sit in dark, cold, and in-between downpours London? This Pipi has something to say about THAT!

I like Jedward on trailer parkish X Factor...SCARY.

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