Ive been chatting away to myself like a right little weirdo. I used to do this as a kid when i would go out playing in the feilds behind my house, pretending i was an adventurer or something.
Today the erge to collect things from around my house to take to toms house (where im currently spending all of my time) has overwhelmed me. Ive had to talk my way through it, to convince myself that im not stealing. I dont really consider it as stealing. I would call it hoarding. Just taking stuff from the house ive always lived in, to the house that i currently live in. It gives me a magical feeling inside. Like i am gathering for my little families surival. My packs survival.
I collected some food together, just a couple of tinned foods and some packets of noodles and soup that were already mine anyway. Oh and a couple of onions as we are running low. I found a small jar of sugar hidden away in the back of a cupboard, and there is loads of sugar here. I picked out one of my favorite mugs and filled it with teabags and packets of instant hot chocolate. I roumaged through the bathroom and took a packet of face wipes. I also found an old tin of catfood. Loki will apreciate that.
Next i got onto the bigger things that i really did have to talk myself through, a large bottle of reserve port, a bottle of mulled wine and a small bottle of whiskey. It couldnt be helped. I could feel myself reverting into my old ways. But all i could think about is how this would benefit being at toms house - our home - so much more. Here these things would be appreciated much more and would be used.
I talked my way through packing these things, and how to pack them in the cleverest possible way, so that the bottles would not knock together and A) break and B) give insight to my parents that i had taken these things.
I cant wait to finish work tonight and get all this stuff back to Toms. I packed up some insence and nice candles, all my makeup and creams that i need. I told myself where i was going to put these things when i got them to the house. Lots of stuff would be kept in the bathroom, i dont want to clutter up toms room with lots of my girly things. There isnt enough room and i dont think he would appreciate it.
Today the erge to collect things from around my house to take to toms house (where im currently spending all of my time) has overwhelmed me. Ive had to talk my way through it, to convince myself that im not stealing. I dont really consider it as stealing. I would call it hoarding. Just taking stuff from the house ive always lived in, to the house that i currently live in. It gives me a magical feeling inside. Like i am gathering for my little families surival. My packs survival.
I collected some food together, just a couple of tinned foods and some packets of noodles and soup that were already mine anyway. Oh and a couple of onions as we are running low. I found a small jar of sugar hidden away in the back of a cupboard, and there is loads of sugar here. I picked out one of my favorite mugs and filled it with teabags and packets of instant hot chocolate. I roumaged through the bathroom and took a packet of face wipes. I also found an old tin of catfood. Loki will apreciate that.
Next i got onto the bigger things that i really did have to talk myself through, a large bottle of reserve port, a bottle of mulled wine and a small bottle of whiskey. It couldnt be helped. I could feel myself reverting into my old ways. But all i could think about is how this would benefit being at toms house - our home - so much more. Here these things would be appreciated much more and would be used.
I talked my way through packing these things, and how to pack them in the cleverest possible way, so that the bottles would not knock together and A) break and B) give insight to my parents that i had taken these things.
I cant wait to finish work tonight and get all this stuff back to Toms. I packed up some insence and nice candles, all my makeup and creams that i need. I told myself where i was going to put these things when i got them to the house. Lots of stuff would be kept in the bathroom, i dont want to clutter up toms room with lots of my girly things. There isnt enough room and i dont think he would appreciate it.
Kelly and her fat arse have left for good. She deffinatly must have been sick of doing that floor. I never really enjoyed working with kelly. Her bum intimidated me and she was constantly moaning that she was tired or felt sick. Now she is gone. And i have done the dreaded floor which i have been so good at avoiding. But out of my own choice. And not just the once, 4 days in a row!!!
Even when kevin got back from his 4 week holiday from thailand. He offered and everything. And i just carried on. And ive done it twice since then, but that wasnt my choice. We were just too busy.
Mr tattooed geek man keeps coming in, and ive learnt that viki - although she is a lesbian - she fancies him! She flirts with him like a motherfucker. I love how confident she is. She has a way with words. So now Mr tattooed geek man gawks at the both of us. I LOVE working with Viki. She is just such a laugh, so much fun to be around and ALWAYS happy. =D
Halloween.
Halloween was such a big hit. I was organising to go to a secret in the stix rave. Eventually though loads of people bailed and it was just me and luke left. So we decided to just go to the usual drinking place of the Campbell (aka the shambles) and it was pretty good. I "borrowed" a tshit off brad and ripped it up, covered it in ketchup, ribina and fake blood. I lent Luke my Pikachu onsie which was a huge hit :) Painted me and lukes faces white with huge black eyes and corvered our faces, arms and legs in fake blood. I think i did a pretty good job. The we necked off a big bottle of vodka and went on our merry way. I dont remember much of the night but i got some pretty good pictures and here are some of my favorites to sum it up :)
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