All Filler, No Killer

25 Jun

God, this thing is just getting stale these days. My life consists of work, seeing Miss Jones and not much else.

I had a weird dream last night. I was at some event, kinda like a fair or something, and I needed to go back to where I parked my car and this random guy offered to drive me so I went with him. During the drive we were chatting and he was telling me that I am destined for greatness and that I shouldn’t ever doubt for a moment that I am going to end up being anything less than completely spectacular and to get ready because it will be happening soon. The dream in itself was a bit strange, but stranger still is that it’s not the first time I’ve been told that. I have been told by people, who don’t know me and have no reason to be nice, that there is just something about me that makes them think I will “be something”. It’s a really nice idea, I won’t argue if I am destined to be something awesome, but I don’t really see how it can happen? Obviously, it’s not my place to question to logistics of it all and to just be ready when the time comes. I’m getting my haircut tomorrow so I’ll be all presentable again, so anytime from now is just fine!

D’Mummy delights in forwarding all the cute animal fowards she gets at work to her home email address and then showing me once she gets home. No, she doesn’t get forward them onto me but brings them up on her own screen then makes me scroll through them. This works for me because I’d rather not get ten thousand animal emails but looking at the occasional one is alright. Today there was one with a baby rabbit and oh my fucking god, do I want a baby rabbit? Is it bad that I think baby animals are infinately cuter than baby people? If I could give birth to a kitten or a baby squirel or something the whole idea of reproducing would be so much more appealing.

This morning I’ve been doing opening shift at work, while I dread waking up in the 5am bracket, I do love finishing work before 3pm. It always seems like I wake up and look at the time about 3am, then it feels like I merely blink and it’s time to wake up already. Clearly a couple of hours in the wee hours of morning travel at warp speed. I don’t like it. Next week is back to late shifts which I don’t really like but it means I can stay at Miss Jones’s place on school nights so that makes it better.

Speaking of Miss Jones, we cracked three months the other day. It feels longer than three months – probably seeing as I spend most of my non-working hours with her and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I am quite mad about her, plainly and simply, the thought of not seeing her for a month or so when she does the London thing is almost unbareable.

Masterchef = best.show.ever. Agreed? I fucking love it, so much. I liked Justine best but now she is gone so I guess my hopes fall onto Julie’s shoulders now. Chris needs to take off his fucking hat, but I like his sleeves. Andre is pretty useless but good on him for winging it this far and Sam. I don’t know, Sam bothers me and I’m not sure why. I might be because he cries. I love Julie, she cried when she killed the fish and shakes when she does a challenge – she is good people.