A rebel without a clue.

Why do you so refine your mouth from trash to snob, when you're really a sham. In you I see fake and forgo yourself, But you grace our threshold with eyes that look to find a way to suck; Forced out of a gentle spinster hands: you never change. Under that address you are trash and valueless. You have more than you need, yet thrown you coins against the drain and show you friendless palm: Away! Break off this carping bullshit. Shut the door behind your relentless device: That mammoth lustful sloth and a voice so squeezed in corseted accord And I leave, exeunt stage left to a lofty height. Take you bag of bones and stash of coins hence you witch, Begone on your broom to be burnt by the sun as you are taught a lesson much too late. Take the mismatched pooch and swap it quick!

I ordered a repeat 'script' for the anti-Ds I had stopped using in January in the new job. I started on them again on Saturday. I was sick copiously on Saturday night and still nauseous both Sunday and Monday. I've started taking them as I feel a little worried the repercussions of having put so much into Millies for those 4 months is a decline in my proclivity to work: or even look for work. I told myself I will do anything on Tuesday. I will register to Temp. I don't care. I need a life. Suddenly I have no money at all and it's so incredibly frustrating to be in a flat I can't afford, with bills I can't pay, without being able to afford a weeks groceries, etc. I need a job. Maybe another more local live-in job would be available? I have twice ventured to Cornwall since Christmas in the hope of seeing Scarlett: both times she was unattainable. I think maybe I will never see her again. It's not a problem. I guess when I'm stressed I go off at tange...