And the winner is.....

My god what a night. My mind is fried. Imagine 2 completly different people, chalk and cheese. Trying to pick a new flat mate. Its impossible. But its done.

He seems cool.

My heads thumping, Im tired, I HAVE to get up early tomorrow to open up.

Its been a strange week.

Spent a long weekend with my flatmates mother staying in the flat who cleaned the house with a toothbrush. Hoovered at 11pm. Cleaned every nook and cranie, moved around all the cupboards (ok, the cling film doesnt live there now...) Seriously this woman just didnt stop cleaning. Which is great! Living with two messy boys, this is a fucking treat! I thought at first maybe a bit of OCD. but she just liked cleaning. Bless

Met up with my partner in crime. 4 bottles of red wine later and I believe we went to a pub. I had decided that I was on my holidays because I really did not have a fucking clue where I was.
This made me smile.
Spoke to some neds on the promenade.
Elegantly spilt my JD
Bartering with nightbus driver. (Dont fucking mess...)
Woke up to serial cleaner and a new door being fitted at 7am.
Red wine hangover. Shoot me now.

Wrote off most of the weekend.

Work is doing sweet. Still fucking skint.

Danced in front of the mirror to Quantic

Yeah life is pretty mundane. Need a kick up the arse. No actually I dont. Its been a crazy 2 months. Good crazy but just taking those few weeks that just breeze by....

Booked flight for the decompression (fucking yes..)

Hmmm...now what to wear.....

Keep It Unreal x

Song of the day- Salvation
Artist - Black Rebel
Best Heard - To walk from a room of complete stress into a cool dark room and have this playing....