It's Sunday night! This means that there's work tomorrow...swell. It's not that I hate my job. I just wish that it's more interesting. Let's just say I count paper jams as one of the highlights of my day. The printers at Venture Fumigation are seriously, SERIOUSLY overworked. Anyway, it's gonna be another 6 days of commuting to Clementi and back. I need another shopping fix like ASAP man. Which reminds me...TOMORROW'S PAYDAY!!! Well, maybe Monday ain't so bad this week.

I think I've just been imagining things with the gentleman I mentioned in one of my latest posts. Anyway I'm kinda sick of all this romance shit......was telling Weld that it kills my ability to write nice, long blog entries. Gerry says my posts sound sadder now. I think I just blog better when I'm pissed off, sad, confused and feeling extremely pre or post-mentrual. Speaking of PMS, I just thought about this fantastic article in a 2002 FHM mag written by a female columnist about the dreaded time of the month. I wish I still have it now but I think Mum threw it away for very obvious reasons. Apparently my Dad bought it, hid it in the study but never had a chance to read it --- it was still in the plastic and everything!

Grrr shit I think I just made things awkward. Dammit why are some guys like that.

Have a wonderful week, folks.