Escape from...London

Yep, I’m heading back up North again. Getting the hell out of dodge for a few glorious days – no tubes, no pollution, no terror alerts or any of that crap for at least 4 days. Most importantly of all, no housemates for 4 days. Even though I didn’t think it was possible, over the past week they have become even more annoying. I’ve been gritting my teeth so much to keep from saying what I really think that I have a constant pain in my jaw. They are just the most awful people – why didn’t I see it when I moved in? Shouldn’t there be a law that people like that should have to wear tags that read: ‘freak – stay away’? I’d support that law. They’re also the nosiest people I have ever met – just because we are sharing a living space does NOT mean they should be privy to every aspect of my life. Nor am I interested in theirs. At all. Oh man, the urge to scream FUCK OFF at the top of my lungs was so strong this morning, I almost passed out with the effort to keep it in. I still feel a bit light-headed now.

Right, before this turns into an I-hate-my-roomies blog, I’ll move onto something else. Something far more exciting, actually. Remember the guy-who-didn’t-call-me, but then called me after three weeks, and then we agreed to go out? Yes? No? Do try to keep up, honestly. Well, the date was great, which was a nice surprise, and I smiled to myself all the way home. He’s a very pleasant Aussie, and more attractive and funny than I remembered from our first meeting. I even managed to avoid being cynical for the whole date, and it wasn’t too much of an effort. So, at the end of the date he said he’d call me, and here’s the big news: he actually called me. Can you credit it? A guy saying he will call, and then actually calling? Once I got over the shock, I was thrilled. And we’re going out again. So, psychotic housemates aside, I’m really feeling pretty damn good.

Here’s to the weekend, see you all back here on Tuesday (happy, happy, joy, joy, etc. sorry, keep coming over all girly).