This whole journal seems to be an extended whinge, as if the bitch ball never leaves my side of the court. Well, it does leave the court, but the world volleys it back to me. Todays moan: having to watch Mermaids. What a foulsome film populated with loathsome characters; exactly the sort of thing I did not want to watch. Cher is not fabulous, nor is she an amazing actress. She is a stretched bitch with a bouffant. I need not add how utterly over that retro music I am, that 60s revival shit is so 2 decades ago (1.5 if I am charitable).
Oh, and cleaning. I have spent most of my time after work trying to clean this shit hole of a place for people to look around. Mmmm, on my hands and knees scrubbing floors - don't look so amused damn you. I washed many dishes and found hitherto undiscovered collections of bottles for recycling my flatmate had amassed. The job is not done and so I will return to the coal face after work tomorrow, to brandish the vacuum at the now vacated room. The people looking round probably won't want to move in anyway.
And now, the weather. Will it just clear up already? Or I will have to wear filthy clothes and steep all week. The clothes racks are full in the lounge and it seems to be mildewing up a storm so drying inside is not an option. However, a mildew contamination of the brain would provide a good basis for a horror story & I'll let you know when I start hallucinating. Cthulu will probably feature. Who am I kidding, Cthulu always features.
All I have to do is hold it together for my public tomorrow.
Addendum: The people looking round didn't even end up looking round, Cthulu still hasn't called, possibly because the place looks too hygienic/fresh. Maybe he is just playing fast and loose with me. I am becoming more positive and excited at the thought of midnight missions depositing our breeding pile of plastic bottles around the neighbourhood recycling bins. Still working on the theme music for that.
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