Feel like one of those people who go to hte hpousing benifit office and shout "WHERES MY FOOKIN MUNEY????" at the poor people who work behind bullet proof glass. Been anticipating and checking htat damned account every 20 mins and getting worried that perhaps there is a problem... maybe they didnt recieve my letter saying "yes! Yes godamit of course i want the money!!!" or maybe the bank stamped it hwith their arse rahter than a real rubber stamp? maybe a gready postal worker has nicked it and crossed out my name and filled in their own? bastards.
anyway on a lighter note I recently discovered the best book EVER "How to spot a bastard by his starsign". been reading Piscies at the moment and its pretty accurate seeing as Piscies males have always infiltrated my life and FUCKED IT UP!!!
Alex... I am gonna have to photocopy Sagitarious and post it to you cos its all true.