Here I am at last. With a plan.

So it's now 2008.
I've now moved out for 4 months now. Seems like years. But things have come to a halt once again. Due to problems in my relationship my bags were packed Sunday night. Only for me to have to unpack them again some time this week. What a boring job. I wont be staying there all the time now. I am going to stay at my parents a few nights a week.
So, I'm here, at home. With freezing cold hands and yet again; tonsillitis. Scratching my itching throat. Rubbing my hands tightly together mimicking that of a cold person trying to warm her hands up.
It is from this point where I am no longer penniless. Yep, thats right. It is payday tomorrow. But what I'm not thinking about right now is that even though I have worked 237 hours this month, no more, no less; I will still end up with £130 for my own luxuries this month. Bringing back the whole cycle.

How I wish I could erase the past year and start over. I honestly, honestly wish I could. But I guess you learn from you're mistakes. I had the opportunity to break free the other day, but I just couldn't.

In other news. My career is rocketing. Just yesterday I got to watch a nurse stick her fingers up a mans arse and shove up some suppositories for his constipation. It's a good job i'm not going to become a nurse really...I think that has put me off. Oh yeah, I can deal with shit, piss, sick, death and dying. But not sticking fingers up an arse. Thats the line.

I have gone trhough over 15 books in the 4 months, I actually love reading. Anyway. I need to go pick up my man and get ready for a staff meal.

It's been a long long time since i've been on here. Nevermind.

Portland Pete's a sket.

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