If Heaven's like Nashville, all covered with cheese...

[fightingthecage]

Snippets of life, as I probably won't get near a computer until next week now. Looks like I might have a flat but the paperwork is the slowest thing EVER so I dunno yet and I'm not going to count my chickens as it'll be way disappointing if I'm now told to fuck off. And WTF is with letting agents anyway? They can charge me £170 to process my application which I'll never see again if they decide they don't want to give it to me - how is that fair? What's to stop them just taking the money and never giving anyone a flat, ever? Bastards. Only they're lovely really (if only because I don't want to invoke the wrath of the karma gods by insulting them at the 11th hour).

Advice for the drivers out there - if you notice that one of your tyres is a bit soft, don't just keep pumping air into it and hoping it'll be alright for a few more days because you can't be bothered to unload the boot of the car to get the spare out (See: Me, Monday, midnight, country road, pitch black, changing completely flat tyre. After, I might add, being at a garage which was well lit, level ground and had the added advantage of lots of people around who may have felt inclined to help. Did I feel the need to change the tyre then? No, I did not. I thought I'd drive it, park up and deal with it in the morning when it was light. What a twat).

Getting a flat = internets back! Yay! (not counting chickens, not counting chickens...)

Sunday evening, 11pm.

Me: *goes to bank, attempts to withdraw cash*

ATM: HAHAHAHA FUCK OFF! And look, I have your card!!

Me: *confused* But you can't do that. There's money in there.

ATM: *does not talk, as has done its worst*

Monday morning, 9am.

Me: The cash machine ate my card last night.

Smug Bank Dude: *smirks* (He actually smirked. He was acutally amused by this, the complete fuckwit wanker). Right. Just a moment please.

Me: *waits, fuming*

Another Bank Dude: *takes details, taps on computer for about an hour* Oh yes. It looks like we've closed your account.

Me: '...'

...what? Why?

Bank Dude: *clueless, another hour later* Oh right, I see. You see this? *shows screen* When your wages last month bounced because your employer couldn't afford to pay them, we refused to pay out a standing order. That's not allowed on this account. So we've closed it.

Me: '...'

In conclusion, banks are assholes and the world hates me. It would be the very week I need a bank account to a) recieve money so I can b) pay for my new flat. BAH!

Still. The weather is pretty fucking awesome at the moment and I have been swimming a mile every day at my local pool. It's a good feeling when you realise that stuff that was leaving you breathless when you started 10 days ago is now totally easy. So hurrah for that.

Also, The Crush is still a total babe. And I have full time hours at work again, due to it being Easter, so there's even a chance I'll be able to afford this new place of mine (if I get it, not counting chickens). Yay!

I'm thinking I want to take up fencing. There's a flyer in the library about lessons. I want! But not yet, not until moved etc. Still. *wants flicky sword*

Rambling over. Probably won't be at a computer until next week now because, due to the aforementioned Easter and good weather, we're going to get absolutely twatted at work this weekend. I dread it, but whatever. Got to be done. So, Happy Easter to all those who celebrate it and have a good regular weekend everyone who doesn't. :)